Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 2 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 3 weeks 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

Winters autumnal beauty the discreet

Sensual as nature is she revealing Her rainbow paint palette yet, azure Gentle as calamine to my healing I to her a courtier a Chaucer...

They wish their hearts weren’t dead

Profanities, bubble, between us Fish like they uproot a devils tongue. Descend; triple barded loatheness... Death rasping recoils nonchalant lungs.

Bleary eyed beauty in aromas sweet

Bleary eyed beauty in aromas sweet By tinctures of air lilac on the leaf Give not unto me that broken heartbeat That crushed sense of being.., of belief.

When, you became a reality

“When, you became a reality... to me Not” the falling petals of a dying rose. The enchanted melting’s of recent snow. Not a tale of long ago! “When, you became a reality to me.

Butterfly

Soulful as a butterfly on the wind You speak your notes, like a bird would sing Midnight is a garden, filled with stars When you speak to me Raindrops of passion, dissolving...

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