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StoryRaging Rhonda rosaliekempthorne31 year 1 week ago
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StoryIF YOU SCRATCH A CYNIC BIGGUS21 year 1 month ago
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StoryThe Butterfly-Maiden - Rewrite skinner_jennifer121 year 2 months ago
StoryUnwillingly to School Starfish Girl61 year 2 months ago
StoryMy Dad rosaliekempthorne01 year 2 months ago
StoryTroy rosaliekempthorne01 year 2 months ago
StoryThrough the Doors rosaliekempthorne41 year 2 months ago
StoryBook Lovers' Date Night Robert Barker121 year 2 months ago
StoryThe Miles from Here to Home rosaliekempthorne61 year 3 months ago
StoryAN ELEGANT HARPIST BIGGUS21 year 3 months ago
StoryMum's Old Jumper rosaliekempthorne61 year 3 months ago
StoryPaved with Gold rosaliekempthorne21 year 4 months ago
StoryFlowers rosaliekempthorne21 year 4 months ago
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StoryAfternoon Delight rosaliekempthorne01 year 4 months ago
StoryThe Tower of Song rosaliekempthorne21 year 4 months ago

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Homecoming

The House: A sliding scale of angles - angels? – You might see them where the edges connect, And where the sun catches the glass, Where the rainbows...
Cherry

Why I Find Such Joy in Her

She is . She is: she exists, And if that doesn’t sound like much, Then you should know that she exists like no other, Carved into the world in such...
Cherry

Stranded

Space: the final cold tomb. Or am I being needlessly fatalistic? I check the gage out more time, just to see if there’s a chance I might have misread...
Cherry

I'm Writing this to Warn You

Dear me. In twenty years, three months and twelve days’ time. At around 8pm. There’s something you should know. Who am I? Really ? Have you forgotten...
Gold cherry

A Red Dress

I wore a red dress; And it was a glory to behold, It was red like the night, As red as coal, Red like a dying sun. And it grew on me with the...
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