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StoryRhapsody in Blue skinner_jennifer101 year 2 weeks ago
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StoryDarling around you Nolan411 year 11 months ago
StoryYou Cost Me My Summer smokejack23 years 1 month ago
StoryOptimist in love with a pessimist smokejack33 years 1 month ago
StoryAll Gods smokejack33 years 1 month ago
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StoryHush! To sleep! Nolan164 years 5 months ago
Storystarry night Nolan205 years 2 months ago
StoryWhite Surf Nolan176 years 1 month ago
StoryResurrection (IP) seashore247 years 1 month ago
Story3am Verity Valentine37 years 3 months ago
Story'Don't Try' Ewan27 years 7 months ago
StoryGonubie Nolan189 years 1 month ago
StoryAs good as it gets AliciaB79 years 2 months ago
StoryAnxiety of Night elz29 years 3 months ago
StoryBoo hoo boy celticman49 years 4 months ago
StoryPicture at an Exhibition Silver Spun Sand119 years 10 months ago
StoryShape shifter Beeme610 years 5 months ago
StoryDarkness Beeme1111 years 8 months ago
StoryDance with me Beeme1111 years 8 months ago
StoryCowboy Beeme711 years 8 months ago

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Cherry

Shape shifter

I am five when I tell my mother that I have been eaten. My mum returns as a crow, she reads up on anorexics; picking at bones with her circled beak...
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It is more

Starlings setting flight, your voice is an echo We don’t know terrain like oceans, don’t recognise borders Except those of fingers the bridge of hands

Rome

You never knew what I felt your voice a tolling bell, death jam; calling me out from the shadows and every time I rose again and again. Flashing like Rome mighty and eternal

Manifest

Between the wolf and girl is a hummingbird encased in red feathers, it claws at itself, shredding its feathers into its nest. Crying out as though it is caught in a nightmare.
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Borders

Because they have decided it would be good for me to grab some air. I step outside my hands spread out like an atlas, the compass of my pearly white body spinning, grappling

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