Mark Heathcote
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Ten For The Ten Commandments (IP) | well-wisher | 9 | 14 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Nicknames for Aislinn | Mark Heathcote | 4 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Love is the drug | shoe | 8 | 14 years 6 months ago |
| Story | please (don't ) marry me! | shoe | 15 | 14 years 6 months ago |
| Story | the affair | shoe | 13 | 14 years 6 months ago |
| Story | No two people | Mark Heathcote | 2 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Spring Fever | jennifer | 2 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Eunectes Murinus | Anna Marie | 3 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Toothless Wander | lenchenelf | 9 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | How royally Avant-garde am I? | Mark Heathcote | 1 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Nearly human (again) | Nick.A | 3 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Do the British take their brollies? | Mark Heathcote | 6 | 15 years 5 months ago |
| Story | VII Stanzas | Mark Heathcote | 2 | 15 years 5 months ago |
| Story | A Lovely Day | Jupiter | 18 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | The Trouble with Grace | Silver Spun Sand | 30 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Chaosity Kills | jennifer | 2 | 16 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Penetrates | jennifer | 1 | 16 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The music of one’s love is deaf and dumb | Mark Heathcote | 3 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Story | A Cautionary Tale | MistakenMagic | 2 | 16 years 7 months ago |
| Story | In these cormorant hours spent swift | Mark Heathcote | 2 | 16 years 7 months ago |
My stories
Damask rose
Damask rose how fair your beauty holds the light How fair your fragrance subdues the fears of night and how fair your lowly crimson-head Is with gallantry and passion fed.
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- 974 reads
My love
My love Air tastes plum sweeter in my lungs in my mouth after a tropical storm flowers lick deeper on yellow tongues oil and incense are in art form..? My love
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- 969 reads
Through sorrows of you
Love is a sacred red rose First you must breathe its Hot fiery scented clothes And then passion permits Unveil your hearts velvet Tear-ripped torment-soul Be thankful not to covet
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- 818 reads
The bride
Hewn from a strata of galaxies demure Inured with a witchcraft heartrendingly pure The bride wears her wedding dress like haute couture Dressed in a heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior
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- 875 reads
Candle wax sky
Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise whoever told you, you could dream, beyond those? Monolithic, moonlit, midnight skies to drink the midnight curtain of sleep into waking hours
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- 1007 reads