Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote414 years 6 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe814 years 6 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1514 years 6 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1314 years 6 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote214 years 10 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer214 years 10 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie314 years 11 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf914 years 11 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 1 month ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 3 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote615 years 5 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote215 years 5 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1815 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3015 years 7 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 1 month ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 4 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote316 years 4 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic216 years 7 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote216 years 8 months ago

My stories

Into the vastness of a dream...

If elderflower; could wake me from my, eternal, dreaming... Would I wake, and still be? dreaming; lying, next to you... Like a bank of meadow, grass would I still, sway, beneath...

I have not love, enough...?

I have not love, enough...? To tempt birds from trees nor even less the angels on an ever static breeze... I have not love, enough...? To love you, as you do, me I have not love, enough...?

My thoughts were like a feather

My thoughts were like a feather falling into your gaze your heart and soul did cipher the lust behind these forays. You held me tight in mid air part of a wing that wouldn't fly...

A filigree of gold:

I have a heart ancient and old it's core is of a rock larva... Newly formed with a pumice soul that absorbs its self that absolves its self till nothing of the whole remains...

Have I no hope but to drown in sorrow

I have no hope but to drown in sorrow to dance along a web of deceit till I meet my master and fall at his feet. In sorrow— In sorrow—sings the hopes of tomorrow...

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