andrew-evans

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StoryI wish i had the right words andrew-evans114 years 8 months ago
StoryNever ever andrew-evans214 years 10 months ago
StoryMy First Poem 04greevesj514 years 11 months ago
StoryWhole andrew-evans415 years 4 days ago
StoryOverlooked andrew-evans215 years 1 month ago
StoryMy new age pen pal andrew-evans415 years 2 months ago
StoryAn Incident on the Line Silver Spun Sand2215 years 4 months ago
StoryMy shadow andrew-evans615 years 10 months ago
StorySuicide IS murder andrew-evans415 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst kiss andrew-evans616 years 5 months ago

My stories

Lust

She wonders through the smokey mist that hangs in the air, seemingly searching perhaps for a friend or perhaps for love, it's neither infact, the way she's dressed

Sloth

(Sloth: is the neglect to take care of something that one should do) 57th street down town chicargo, he's walking at a casual pace, early, as usual, he's ten minutes

With arms wide open

With arms wide open like jesus on the cross shoulders sqaure to finger tips, we let things in with no defence, and eventually we repent this decision. With arms closed shut

On a december's eve

There's a freshness in the air, as the cold wind bites at my face, the white ground blanketing all the grey of the world on any other day, there's just something about snow

Just another sad tale

Down town, the urban skyline so straight and organised, no sort of freedom all in regulation, under strict rule, he leans against a wall, the wet graffiti staining his hood,

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