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CollectionFat Albert and other stories gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
CollectionGirl, corrupted gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
CollectionA pretty dressed ugly face gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
CollectionLilie gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
CollectionLearning to Run gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
CollectionLove in a Revolution gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
CollectionCorniche El Nil- A collection of Stories on Cairo gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
CollectionLife Ends At Twenty Four gingeresque011 years 5 months ago
StoryLife After You gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryUnwritten gingeresque211 years 6 months ago
StoryWillpower gingeresque111 years 6 months ago
StoryWrong Side gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryYou Say All The Wrong Things gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWelcome to Cairo gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWe Watched The Sea gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWhy women like me should not be allowed to drive gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWheels Baby! gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryYou're Not Him gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWe Never Talked gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryVanilla gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryYour mirror gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryView gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWater in Chrissie gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryWomen are hypocrites gingeresque011 years 6 months ago
StoryZeinab's cafe gingeresque011 years 6 months ago

My stories

Story of the week

Monster

Like a burning flame cradled between her hands, you lit her up. You were made together, and together you made a beautiful mess
Cherry

Unwritten

I run miles on sand but never get far enough away from you I'm writing fervent, feverish letters in my head all the things I never said

Rock/ Paper

You are a noun, verb, adjective to me the words in the book I never wrote the loving way the sentences curled into each other like waves you and me under the sheet I watch you sleep
Cherry

Leila - February 9, 2011

This means nothing. But then I found that I’d stopped breathing since he’d first touched me, and my heart was in my mouth and my ears bursting with the noise in my head
Cherry

Avocado

The avocado sits on the wooden cutting board, ripe and ready to be eaten. I could spoon Dijon mustard onto it, a little salt and lemon and eat it up, standing there in my quiet kitchen, alone.

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