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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Some Sincere Apologies, Some Not | pleurotus | 3 | 9 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Day Dreams and Welcome Mats | pleurotus | 1 | 9 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Wet Heat Thoughts | pleurotus | 0 | 9 years 4 months ago |
| Story | where does this leave me? | pleurotus | 0 | 10 years 3 months ago |
| Story | To the woman who lives in 2C | pleurotus | 1 | 10 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Barcelona Midnight | pleurotus | 3 | 10 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Ecstasy of Carmen Manning (excerpt) | pleurotus | 1 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Crocodile Tears | pleurotus | 2 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Reflections on the Last Day of April | pleurotus | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | seven seconds | pleurotus | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Tanning Booths in the Dead of Winter | pleurotus | 2 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Photographer | pleurotus | 3 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | the first warm day in spring which has arrived too late | pleurotus | 2 | 11 years 4 months ago |
My stories
Barcelona Midnight
Lovers sit in pairs on moonlight-less beaches I hear six languages at the same time it feels like 7:30am but it is dark and I struggle to find...
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The Ecstasy of Carmen Manning (excerpt)
~Excerpt from a play in the works~ about an angel with this round face and short hair that doesn’t move, even when it leans over, like a statue, you know? And it’s floating above me. I’m in my bed, except it’s not my bed, it’s white painted metal, like a child’s bed, but it’s huge,
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Crocodile Tears
She told me about her first kiss. It was confetti and chrysanthemums. At the wedding,
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Reflections on the Last Day of April
I make two cups of coffee stirring cream and sugar into mine and nothing into yours and I imagine this could be the first of many you taste like wine...
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- 538 reads
seven seconds
piddle paddle squid brain lights and flashing dancers come for my eyes yellow bottles with imprint-easy tops, hard to open but easy-swallow contents...
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- 392 reads