Yutka

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StoryAll winter long there was silence Yutka35 years 10 months ago
StoryInsect Yutka25 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Third One Yutka15 years 10 months ago
Storyplenty more dead fish in the sea JupiterMoon45 years 10 months ago
Storyjust you and me Yutka15 years 10 months ago
StoryWalk In The Park With Snow (Part 2 of 2) airyfairy125 years 10 months ago
StoryEarthly Paradise skinner_jennifer125 years 10 months ago
StoryUnderwater Yutka25 years 10 months ago
StoryThought only Yutka75 years 11 months ago
Storythe way I leave Yutka95 years 11 months ago
StoryVulnerable Yutka45 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen I searched for it Yutka05 years 11 months ago
StoryRescue Yutka35 years 11 months ago
StoryScatter the ashes Yutka26 years 3 days ago
StoryZombies for Christmas Yutka36 years 3 days ago
StoryI understand sadness Yutka06 years 1 week ago
Blog entryOUTBRANCHING by Scharlie Meeuws: A Review Insertponceyfre...26 years 1 week ago
StoryOde to a sexy pancake Yutka56 years 1 week ago
Forum topicPainting for Lemonade’ by SJ Howarth (Jupiter Moon) review by Laurie Avadis lavadis26 years 2 weeks ago
Blog entrypainting for lemonade Cerasus Poetry16 years 2 weeks ago
Storyinfidelity Yutka16 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Patients of Job Ewan16 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Older Woman mayhemandroses16 years 1 month ago
StoryIn That Moment skinner_jennifer266 years 1 month ago
StoryWeeping Willow Yutka36 years 1 month ago

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My stories

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The lady poet in the wildflower garden

In a wildflower garden, where colours clash and blend, she wanders, barefoot, flowers, each a voice, a verse that only she will understand. Sunlight...
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My critical son

In the middle of the kitchen, he stands, arms crossed, a scientist in his own right, dissecting my words, turning them inside out, like a puzzle he’s...
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The power of water

In the cradle of waves, we emerged, eighty percent liquid, a dance of molecules, a consciousness of water, flowing through our veins, echoing the...
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Hearing the Summer Rain in Nagasaki

In the hush of twilight, hearing the summer rain in Nagasaki soft as a lover's breath, it taps on rooftops like a gentle heartbeat, a symphony of...
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Paris in Darkness: The Olympiad’s Opening

In the heart of France, where dreams collide, A tapestry of nations unfolds, Colours swirling like a painter’s palette, People streaming in from...

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