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Storywrinkle ice rivers11 year 11 months ago
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StoryOl' Yeller randy-johnson41 year 11 months ago
StoryThe Long Road Home rosaliekempthorne31 year 11 months ago
StoryNo Need For Pal ice rivers21 year 11 months ago
StoryJ Eloquence61 year 11 months ago
StoryThe Last Minute rosaliekempthorne41 year 11 months ago
StoryGone rosaliekempthorne61 year 11 months ago
StoryStory of an Empty Clay Pot (Poem) StillFoundation21 year 11 months ago
StoryHave Faith 74tez21 year 12 months ago
StoryBurning Bright rosaliekempthorne71 year 12 months ago
StoryUnspoken of (Part 2 of 2) rosaliekempthorne32 years 2 days ago
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My stories


So, Choose

You stand on a precipice. Or maybe it’s more like you’re standing at a crossroads. A T Junction. And all the paths are in shadow. Maybe literally:...

Blood Red and Beautiful

You show up at my place. Pull up ostentatiously in the driveway with the gift of a bottle of wine. It’s red and expensive, it catches in the porch...


We left them out on the windowsill – me and Pippa – piles of breadcrumbs, and crusts, maybe a few vegetable peelings. The sun would be setting, and...


My grandmother was eighty-four when she gave me the box. It was musty and dog-eared, and held together with masking tape. And in it: a collection of...


I love about her that she’s perfect. A tight little ball of rightness, no taller than my thigh. But already: she has this magic in her. Put her in...