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StoryOn Not Seeing the Northern Lights Philip Sidney137 years 3 weeks ago
Storyher body is a wasteland orangiejuice07 years 1 month ago
StoryMy brother, the murderer. orangiejuice47 years 2 months ago
StoryAll My Saturdays amlee37 years 2 months ago

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her body is a wasteland

Her body is a wasteland she swallows headstones and slices of regret, dreaming of the day her ribs would be visible with some starving comfort. Maybe...

My brother, the murderer.

When I found out my brother was a murderer, I don’t quite remember what I did. Maybe I poured myself a mug of coffee. A pack of creamer, two sugars...