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StorySimplicity (Inspiration Point) MistakenMagic2213 years 7 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 18 rjnewlyn913 years 7 months ago
StorySilence Beeme1513 years 7 months ago
StoryA rhapsody for my Rodney (I.P) adora613 years 7 months ago
StoryIf you only knew seashore3713 years 7 months ago
Storythe artist's prophecy seannelson213 years 7 months ago
StoryOld John skinner_jennifer1213 years 7 months ago
StoryLeaky Pipes barryj1613 years 7 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 17 rjnewlyn1113 years 7 months ago
StorySay It Isn't So Silver Spun Sand1613 years 7 months ago
StoryWhen it hits Gunnerson813 years 7 months ago
StorySlow Dance threeleafshamrock1413 years 7 months ago
StoryGrace Silver Spun Sand2613 years 7 months ago
StoryGoodbye Note! I.P. threeleafshamrock1313 years 7 months ago
StoryDestiny threeleafshamrock213 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Burning shoe1713 years 7 months ago
StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2913 years 7 months ago
StoryBibliophiles luigi_pagano2313 years 7 months ago
StorySummer Solstice Silver Spun Sand1613 years 7 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 16 rjnewlyn913 years 7 months ago
Story"Darkest Before Dawn" (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2613 years 7 months ago
StoryLindsay MistakenMagic2213 years 7 months ago
StoryMY DEAR LORRAINE Updated. June 2011. How do I keep the reads 348 from 2009 Cavalcader913 years 8 months ago
StoryLove is... vidit.chopra513 years 8 months ago
StoryAll The Best vidit.chopra413 years 8 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Icarus

I was a moth with pale wings patterned with coffee rings, thinking that one flutter could make your heart skip a beat.
Cherry

Pear-Shaped

My body is wrong. Every crease, every curve Is a contradiction, Like a figure eight Seen in a warped mirror.
Cherry

Pandora

The summer was heralded By a chorus of ice cream vans Humming Green sleeves As they flowed through The tributaries of the suburb.

Flatliner

The green line makes Mountains on the monitor And that steady Beeping Pulses a lullaby. I grasp your hand like An anchor. Although I know your Wings ache to Spread Beneath dusty sheets.
Cherry

The Fortune Teller

In the playground We gathered around the fortune teller With his flapping paper mouth, Pinched between anxious fingers.

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