G.A.Grim

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StoryWalk On G.A.Grim07 years 8 months ago
StoryDENIAL Basanti67 years 8 months ago
StoryStick with me G.A.Grim07 years 8 months ago
StoryIn Case of Emergency Lem47 years 8 months ago
StorySomething lingers Parson Thru27 years 8 months ago
StoryWords never to be spoken G.A.Grim17 years 8 months ago
StorySetting fire to people and things mcmanaman37 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Occultist YaseminB17 years 8 months ago
StoryBook Of Life G.A.Grim17 years 10 months ago
StoryVictor Still G.A.Grim07 years 11 months ago
Storygranny's refrain celticman158 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Cost Of A Dream G.A.Grim18 years 1 week ago
StoryLying Lips G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFears Hopes And Wishes G.A.Grim48 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Missing Seasons jolono88 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWHAT GOES AROUND... (IP) Linda Wigzell Cress108 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLament from an immigrant redskittle28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBroken Things G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMy Child G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBringer Of Peace G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryShadow or Shine G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOh, Leader, Where Art Thou? hudsonmoon28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEmpty Hands G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEveryday G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLast Stand G.A.Grim28 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Marian Anderson

Most would say it was her voice It was a thing of beauty It bettered the ones who heard it It bettered nations It bettered the world Some would say...

Pride And Doubt

While I write this I am not alone Beside me sits my pride, and my doubt Vanity whispers to me first Stating that these words are a gift Regardless of...

If Only

If only our lives were a blank page We could write such wonderful things No mention of the battles we wage No pain from the world's many stings All...

Red

It is her eyes. As they swallow me whole. They know the truth of me. Somehow they remain gentle, Despite seeing my hard edges. My carefully crafted...

Blue

There is always rain, On days like these. If you listen closely, You may hear its melody. A private symphony of tears. The inspiration behind such a...

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