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StoryFrom the Park Fountain keleph916 years 7 months ago
StoryUnder And Above Dynamaso316 years 7 months ago
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StoryGone To Ground Dynamaso1416 years 7 months ago
Forum topicWaiting Green_141416 years 7 months ago
Forum topicRANT jennifer5816 years 7 months ago
Forum topicHere's a question you might like to ponder... pepsoid2416 years 7 months ago
Forum topicWhat..? Ewan3816 years 7 months ago
StoryPoetry And The Love Factor mcscraic816 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mexican Sun keleph1016 years 7 months ago
StoryGrowing Up - Competition Entry Dynamaso1416 years 7 months ago
Forum topicRE: WHAT'S LONG AND HARD Mick Hanson1716 years 7 months ago
StoryEncounters sunshine1516 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Pen Is jennifer316 years 7 months ago
StoryNo Title BeamsAndVoids316 years 8 months ago
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StoryBoredom (for Doeslittle) jennifer516 years 8 months ago
StorySpirit's kiss keleph616 years 8 months ago
Forum topicHello from across the Pond Willow Wisp616 years 8 months ago
StoryBaby Bummers Ewan216 years 8 months ago
StoryThe View from the Height of the Fence. keleph616 years 9 months ago
Forum topicWhat sharpens your perception most? markbrown1816 years 9 months ago
StoryA disastrous campaign in bohemia Brooklands216 years 9 months ago
StoryOde to an Age Old Struggle. keleph616 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Hamster Diaries 2 maddan316 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Untitled: a Haiku

Comments welcome as always.

The Price of Milk.

Feel free to comment, critique, etc.
Cherry

From the Park Fountain

From the park fountain Where the children drink, Lapping happily Between uncaring play And mothers' folded frowns. Dashing up ripples With little toy hands; Parachute droplets Wink in the sunlight

slit wrist sky

Beneath slit wrist sky scampers the empty wretch. Hunting down a Rothko Door between black-void alleys. Foul stench pools of blood fleck his grime embroidered rags and dregs of thought. Clicks

The Mexican Sun

This is the first proper story i've written in years and I would appreciate any feedback.

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