Yutka

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StoryInner Praxis Yutka714 years 2 months ago
StoryFor all those years Yutka614 years 2 months ago
Story"Long Time No Speak..." Silver Spun Sand1514 years 2 months ago
StoryElegy for September Moses74414 years 2 months ago
Storyan ode to Obama seannelson214 years 2 months ago
StorySolace lenchenelf615 years 2 days ago
StoryLongs Close poetjude615 years 6 months ago
StoryLife Lessons mariaduffy815 years 6 months ago
StorySwine maudsy415 years 7 months ago
StoryAway With The Fairies Silver Spun Sand1215 years 9 months ago
StoryAfter Dinner Mint lenchenelf715 years 9 months ago
StoryCritical Understanding jennifer1015 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Preacher Yutka315 years 11 months ago
StoryLoneliness is a language Yutka515 years 11 months ago
StoryIntricate Contingency Bradene515 years 11 months ago
StoryOut beyond its depth Yutka415 years 11 months ago
StoryIntimacy versus Intricacy luigi_pagano1415 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Terrible Time when it all went away and came back, slowly. A Confounded Letter. Ken Simm615 years 11 months ago
StoryTeachologue jennifer1815 years 11 months ago
StoryIt's hard to imagine any of our friends will die mcmanaman216 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Wedding Photograph Bradene416 years 1 month ago
StoryPablo Neruda Yutka216 years 2 months ago
StoryCause and Affect HaiAnh616 years 8 months ago
StoryUnopened letters Yutka416 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Lima News, July 11 1950 nancy_am216 years 8 months ago

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Rain-drenched girl

Rain-drenched girl I have always loved the rain when your curly hair is sparkling, halo-like, studded with jewels in a grey, mysterious world. Moist...

All winter long there was silence

All winter long there was silence, some words fell, although they were hardly audible through the haze and the low light, the secret mist of a cold...
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Joy of missing out

I don’t need to go out doing things, as the pace of it puts demands on me I will not meet. I do not read the book everyone talks about. I do not...

Insect

See-through wings, past waving grasses seeking out red lips - Paper-folded rose surpasses those narcotic trips… Orchard-legged, heavy-handed I...
Cherry

The Third One

I admit, a third person is probably unnecessary to any evolving story, sometimes he is also a hindrance. Back then, he climbed into the train...

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