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StoryBeat Cinderelly011 years 7 months ago
StoryBe careful what you (don't) say Cinderelly011 years 7 months ago
Story"Its the Little Things" Cinderella said to Prince Charming one day Cinderelly011 years 7 months ago
CollectionPoetry Cinderelly011 years 7 months ago
CollectionIn the works... Cinderelly011 years 7 months ago
StoryWhat They Always Say. Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryYoung Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryUp at night Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryYes, we have vacancy Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryMommy I Run Fast Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StorySomething, someone left behind Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryLast Kiss Before Dawn Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StorySerenity, calling. Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryPuzzlebox old Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryTabula Rasa Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StorySafe from harm, more simply </3 Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryTears cried for love and lost Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Tale of 2 Cities Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryThe one love song with a happy ending Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryMo(u)rning Thoughts Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryRecycled. Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryLove of the Beholder Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryIs it Me or We Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryFollowing footsteps Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago
StoryFuture Cinderelly011 years 8 months ago

My collections

My stories

Mommy I Run Fast

Sun, humidity, trees. Amber air, heavy wind. She smacks the gnat on her arm. Wipes its body onto her jeans. Peat moss under foot, Willows hanging low. She runs as fast

Something, someone left behind

Thoughts on the imprints one leaves on another.

Following footsteps

Some thoughts, walking through a storm one evening.

Last Kiss Before Dawn

I cried when I recieved his kiss -Vulgar in my mouth. Tears ran down my face, silent as dead -Tears of my own. Sadness for loss, hole in my soul. -Missing...something.

What They Always Say.

No use crying Over spilt milk. Drips, streams, stinks It's still there Soaking the carpet. IT'S STILL THERE. No use crying Over spilt milk? Then why, is it STILL THERE?

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