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StoryThe Nameless Ones Lore05 days 14 hours ago
StorySkipping the Surface of Time Lore21 week 5 days ago
StoryA Bottled Instant Lore01 week 6 days ago
StoryThose Plasticine People Lore02 weeks 1 day ago
StoryGrown Hopes Lore02 weeks 3 days ago
StoryWhere the Vines Fell Lore03 weeks 3 days ago
StoryWalking the Timeline Lore03 weeks 5 days ago
StoryThe Road We Walked Alone Lore13 weeks 5 days ago
StoryBetween the Gold and Blue Lore11 month 1 day ago
StoryFlight of the Flightless Lore01 month 1 day ago
StorySong of the Voiceless Choir Lore01 month 1 week ago
StoryThose Three Words Lore01 month 2 weeks ago
StoryWhispers of Time Lore01 month 3 weeks ago
StoryAn Unearthly Man-Child Lore01 month 4 weeks ago
StoryRound of the Floating Choir Lore02 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Tannins That Bind Lore02 months 1 week ago
StorySecond Time Lucky Lore02 months 1 week ago
StoryChrysalis Lore02 months 1 week ago
StoryCollage of a Broken Year Lore02 months 2 weeks ago
CollectionCollage of a Broken Year Lore02 months 2 weeks ago
StoryA Creation Mine Own Lore02 months 2 weeks ago
StoryConcoction of Certainty Lore02 months 2 weeks ago
StoryScorched by Another's Flame Lore02 months 2 weeks ago
StoryPicture Imperfect Lore12 months 4 weeks ago
StoryOne Date Lore13 months 4 days ago

My stories

The Nameless Ones

Floating from place to place, free as the wind itself; known unknown travelling networks invisible, roots placed unseen yet life thrives. Every step...

Skipping the Surface of Time

Every day, a story written, memories added to life's tapestry; time marches ever onwards, it flows in one direction. To return, to travel back, a...
Cherry

A Bottled Instant

Art can exist in a vacuum but artists struggle to breathe in them. Art is temporary, fleeting, at least it is in the moment; inspiration flickers,...

Those Plasticine People

A place, there exists, a place of almost sense, a place of endlessness; time remains, a frozen lake, climate refrigerated. Under skies of blue, and...
Cherry

Grown Hopes

The road, it moves beneath the feet, each step is back and forth; endlessly chasing the future past in constant dismay of present. Dreams of a future...

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