Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 8 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve413 years 10 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve313 years 10 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3014 years 10 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 8 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 8 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 9 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve415 years 9 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIV Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIII Steve315 years 9 months ago
StoryII Steve515 years 9 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve315 years 10 months ago

My stories

Lord, do not hate me cause

By Steve on Wed, 11 Aug 2010

i'm a hypocrite, i was so envious of wealthy white people, i dolized them, they were so beautiful and so in the center, i wanted so much to be a part of their group
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Visitor 3

By Steve on Wed, 07 Jul 2010

"Where are you from anyway?" she asked as she lit another cigarette. "South Korea?" "What gives you the right to write about me?" she asked curiously, "What do you really know about me?"
Journal
Story
Certificate PG

Visitor 2

By Steve on Fri, 02 Jul 2010

She seemed to be looking into his eyes, searching for something real, something concrete. For a short time, her eyes almost felt like flashlights.
Opinion
Story
Certificate U

A visitor

By Steve on Fri, 02 Jul 2010

He sat in his office, exhausted. He was not quite sure that he was a writer. His novels... they lacked depth. He wanted to express so much. "Knock, knock." "Who is it?"
Fantasy
Story
Certificate U

I am

By Steve on Tue, 22 Jun 2010

fragile, easily broken, forgettable, my touch is gentle, quiet and disturbed like curtains rustling in the breeze, i wish to know, to have a definite opinion, but I don't, i simply waver
Autobiography
Certificate PG

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