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StoryStrange and Familiar Faces rosaliekempthorne122 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Letter rosaliekempthorne22 years 1 month ago
StoryHeels Mary-Ann22 years 1 month ago
StoryGypsy Guy loquaciousicity92 years 2 months ago
StoryOl' Yeller randy-johnson42 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Long Road Home rosaliekempthorne32 years 2 months ago
StoryNo Need For Pal ice rivers22 years 2 months ago
StoryJ Eloquence62 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Last Minute rosaliekempthorne42 years 2 months ago
StoryGone rosaliekempthorne62 years 2 months ago
StoryStory of an Empty Clay Pot (Poem) StillFoundation22 years 2 months ago
StoryHave Faith 74tez22 years 2 months ago
StoryBurning Bright rosaliekempthorne72 years 2 months ago
StoryUnspoken of (Part 2 of 2) rosaliekempthorne32 years 2 months ago
StoryUnspoken Of (Part 1 of 2) rosaliekempthorne12 years 2 months ago
StoryAlways There rosaliekempthorne02 years 3 months ago
StoryDisparity pkroutray62 years 3 months ago
StoryManifest yogitree22 years 3 months ago
StoryFORGOTTEN? BIGGUS82 years 4 months ago
StoryPhil Jupitus pissing at the Royal Albert Hall Terrence Oblong72 years 4 months ago
StoryAfter The H-Bomb well-wisher12 years 4 months ago
StoryAngel Face rosaliekempthorne42 years 4 months ago
StoryQurdarian G.A.Grim22 years 4 months ago
StoryYellow G.A.Grim22 years 4 months ago
StoryMagical Hat (Song) well-wisher42 years 4 months ago

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My stories

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The Tree of Many Fruits (Part 1 of 2)

I planted this tree in my garden. It was an orphan tree, a lone survivor of the storms that kept us inside for nearly a week. And then, when the...
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The Wind in Our Hair

It’s windy up here. It’s exhilarating and galeforce and make-you-feel-alive. There’s a half hour hike through paddocks, and a short stretch of forest...

The Way I Am

I set the table. It has to be just right. I’m nervous as all hell, and it doesn’t help. I line the forks up, checking the angle, once, twice, again...
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The Explorer

I set the table. It has to be just right. The table itself, old and oak, inlaid with shells, whorled with carvings, round and raised and varnished...
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Drift 2

These sounds. Dissonance. They intrude upon the harmony of the universe. These sounds. Deafening to ears that are attuned to something finer. And so...

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