Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 8 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve413 years 9 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 1 week ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 1 week 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 9 months ago

My stories

You can only be a victim for so long before

you victimize yourself. You become lazy because no one taught you to be industrious. you are so angry at those who made you into a target, a thing, a transferrance

Someone said

that a bomb had hit our building. her face was about to crumble. i was about to move, but my back hurt so much. i did not know what to do. someone banged opened the door, asked

So much anger and confusion inside

that i feel primitive, the violent sick thoughts and emotions inside are tethered togethered, vined in strange fashions, they breathe through terror films, through avenues of shock.

Alone, Ashamed

I was so ashamed after all the others had been shot killed off, disappeared: lost. I did not know what to do. I had been underground for so long eating bits of bread, rationing.

I cannot say

when you are so full... your footsteps, fragments of sparkling nets throwing themselves on dark slippery, rippling echoes, i cannot say what is so ephermeral about you forever breaking into

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