Beekery
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Reckoning, pt 1. Homework from my therapist. | Beekery | 0 | 1 year 3 weeks ago |
| Story | An Open Letter to Perpetual Sadness | Beekery | 8 | 3 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Gal | Beekery | 2 | 3 years 7 months ago |
| Story | diminuendo | JupiterMoon | 7 | 4 years 8 months ago |
| Story | "The sweet pain of being alone" | Beekery | 0 | 4 years 8 months ago |
| Story | good tears and bad. | celticman | 9 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Graffiti | Beekery | 0 | 5 years 9 months ago |
| Story | some lone. | Beekery | 0 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Circle from Craswall 11/1/19 | Rhiannonw | 25 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | December | Beekery | 0 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | A Jumping-Off Point 2 | Beekery | 4 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | A Jumping-Off Point | Beekery | 6 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Franz Kafka wants you to be an indestructible superhero! (2) | Stephen Thom | 8 | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Window on the universe | Parson Thru | 18 | 6 years 7 months ago |
My stories
The Reckoning, pt 1. Homework from my therapist.
Getting it Out or Something It is the 5th of February, 2024. I was given homework by my therapist to write about my dad. I don’t know where to start...
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The Gal
Her hair was chestnut brown her eyes the color of green sea foam she bubbled and she squeaked and laughed like a jackal. For as has been said, "to...
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"The sweet pain of being alone"
"The sun caressed her limbs and for the first time she felt the sweet pain of being alone." -Aharon Appelfeld, "Tzili"
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An Open Letter to Perpetual Sadness
Dear Cancerous Backseat Driver, You are NOT steering my automobile. You don't even know, you don't even care where we're going so you can't advise me...
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Graffiti
When I saw you again, I swore I propelled myself so hard, I'd pass right through you. But your arms were open to catch me, so instead I lodged myself...
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- 396 reads