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StoryDictated access justahuman62 years 1 month ago
StoryA Family Portrait rosaliekempthorne22 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Queen of Hearts rosaliekempthorne02 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Queen of Spades rosaliekempthorne42 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Queen of Clubs rosaliekempthorne22 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Queen of Diamonds rosaliekempthorne12 years 2 months ago
CollectionQueens rosaliekempthorne02 years 2 months ago
StoryJustice rosaliekempthorne12 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Haunted rosaliekempthorne22 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Woodcutter rosaliekempthorne02 years 2 months ago
StoryTHE FRENCH MARIGOLD – CHICKEN FEED BIGGUS22 years 2 months ago
StoryImmortality rosaliekempthorne22 years 3 months ago
StoryInfinity rosaliekempthorne32 years 3 months ago
StoryPalm oil or Orangutans? well-wisher72 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Giant King rosaliekempthorne22 years 3 months ago
StoryFRIEND’S FIRST, THEN SOUL MATES # 1 BIGGUS22 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Lady of the Red Forest rosaliekempthorne12 years 3 months ago
StoryNo Distance At All rosaliekempthorne12 years 3 months ago
StoryTime rosaliekempthorne02 years 3 months ago
StoryThey rosaliekempthorne32 years 3 months ago
StoryNext rosaliekempthorne12 years 3 months ago
StoryShe rosaliekempthorne12 years 4 months ago
StoryHe rosaliekempthorne22 years 4 months ago
Story24 rosaliekempthorne12 years 4 months ago
StoryLarry and Mick Hope for a Cherry on ABC Tales pepsoid82 years 4 months ago

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Cherry

Pieces of Healing

Jodie slogged home through the rain. Pelting down, and icy cold. She tugged her coat around herself, trying to snuggle into the furry rim of her hood...
Gold cherry

In Hate

I am in hate. I used to be in love. But I’m done with that now. It started out so good, too. You wouldn’t believe how good; I mean he was so perfect...
Cherry

Family Theatre

We beg. We borrow. It seems like there’s no lengths or depths we won’t go to give the performance of our lives. We borrow some place mats, and...
Cherry

We suck, Don't we?

He sits at the table and pours a glass. It’s semi-dark, murky, mercurial; a greenish tinge mixes into the gold of the fading sun; dying sunlight...
Cherry

Words

I am not afraid. At least most of me isn’t. I lie awake at night, aware of the fear, Seeing it out of the corner of me eye, Slinking in around the...

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