Aaron Stewart

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StoryRapidly Receding Tide Aaron Stewart03 years 2 weeks ago
StoryInsert Brooding Title Aaron Stewart23 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Corporeal Compendium Aaron Stewart33 years 5 months ago
StoryA Dubious Undertaking philwhiteland103 years 7 months ago
Storylove is a party ring quiff13 years 7 months ago
Story20th Century Magic Aaron Stewart33 years 7 months ago
StoryA workplace Comedy Aaron Stewart03 years 8 months ago
StoryChalk And Cheese jolono223 years 8 months ago
StoryWeeping Willow ExpiredMilk63 years 9 months ago
StoryNever Trust Magic Aaron Stewart23 years 9 months ago
Story___ _____ Was its a secret63 years 9 months ago
Storyfirst poem not great Chainslaw43 years 9 months ago
StoryWhistling Your Tune Aaron Stewart03 years 9 months ago
StoryShut me up Aaron Stewart83 years 9 months ago
StoryI Hate Poetry Aaron Stewart13 years 9 months ago
StoryNot your story Aaron Stewart63 years 9 months ago
StoryCastle Pillock 4 airyfairy53 years 9 months ago
CollectionThe butter is a lie and the senate is made of meat. Aaron Stewart03 years 10 months ago
Forum topicPublished books. hulsey63 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Narrow Path Aaron Stewart23 years 11 months ago

My stories

I Hate Poetry

This is the summer I lost my flame They say ambition is an enemy of weakness. And greatness is an enemy of fame. When I pick up my guitar and I try...
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Gold cherry

Shut me up

My friend has problems With winter and autumn They give him prescriptions They shine bright lights on him They say it's genetic They say he can't...
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Whistling Your Tune

You whip your head around. The man continues to walk away from you without turning. He is whistling a tune. That tune. That melody. It is your melody...
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Cherry

The Corporeal Compendium

You are asleep, dreaming about the pulsating powers in the dark. Light forces it’s way between your eyelids and crawls up into your head. The dreams...
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Cherry

Not your story

You run farther through the woods. The black trees flash by, the trees that hold so much terror for you as the pads of your feet rip themselves open...
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