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StoryLiving with Wolves skinner_jennifer1312 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Final Act threeleafshamrock212 years 11 months ago
StorySimple Maths MaliciousMudkip912 years 11 months ago
StorySeen From a Window Silver Spun Sand1412 years 11 months ago
StoryForgive Me threeleafshamrock312 years 11 months ago
Storythe birds know everything we've forgotten JupiterMoon312 years 11 months ago
StoryNext of Kin #3 Beeme512 years 11 months ago
StorySweet Solitude skinner_jennifer812 years 11 months ago
StoryOn Golden Pond Silver Spun Sand1412 years 11 months ago
StoryCome Springtime Silver Spun Sand1012 years 11 months ago
StoryCanvas Shoes and Concrete Blues MaliciousMudkip712 years 11 months ago
StoryCourage is Letting Go blighters rock1312 years 11 months ago
StoryMan and his Faithful Friend skinner_jennifer812 years 11 months ago
StoryThese Foolish Things Silver Spun Sand812 years 11 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin #2 Beeme412 years 11 months ago
StoryI don't Daniel Saint-John912 years 11 months ago
StoryOf Moths and of Men (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2312 years 11 months ago
StoryI find myself here... shoe912 years 11 months ago
StoryHomer...and all that Jazz Silver Spun Sand1912 years 11 months ago
StoryHalloween fishnets.. littleditty912 years 11 months ago
StoryLiving Light- promises (2) Beeme512 years 11 months ago
StoryWasps fatboy742312 years 11 months ago
StoryDecennial Dynamaso612 years 11 months ago
StoryLove Poem (with instructions) well-wisher312 years 11 months ago
StoryRed Shoes shoe612 years 11 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Ritardando

Spring is late this year. April is born into a cold, grey hole and the seasons are so out of sync. Perhaps it is time slowing down, for our sakes.
Cherry

Summer

Off to university this October, unfortunately this means I'll be leaving a few people behind this summer. 'Nothing is captive - times spins so fast the colours are blurred.'

Supernova

Sequel to 'Untouchable'. I am a walking supernova, collapsing in on myself - slowly, slowly imploding under the weight of your indifference to my existence.
Cherry

Captive

So much light and colour - and the promise of spring. And it feels now as if nothing in this life will be as perfect as this moment ...

An Insomniac's Dawn

The hands of the clock wave stiffly through the small hours; a lengthy, bitter goodbye. I sit in four-cornered dark, so awake yet wrapped in a shroud that slowly slips from black to grey.

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