Beeme

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StoryDad Syphon1312 years 9 months ago
StoryOn Leaving MistakenMagic3112 years 9 months ago
StoryFire and love Beeme2412 years 9 months ago
StoryBig Bad jennifer1012 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Girl With Many Names Jessiibear1512 years 9 months ago
StoryWe Are Syphon312 years 9 months ago
StoryThere Ain`t No Sun in Nightmares Syphon612 years 9 months ago
StorySelf-Medication ContinuityMistake212 years 9 months ago
StoryRejection lailoken312 years 9 months ago
StoryObsolete seashore1512 years 9 months ago
Storywaiting. maggyvaneijk912 years 10 months ago
StoryTake it all for him Beeme612 years 10 months ago
StoryEspresso Martini MistakenMagic2312 years 10 months ago
StoryLiving under a cloud Parson Thru412 years 10 months ago
Storydisambiguation shoe1812 years 10 months ago
StoryYou might be right andrew-evans212 years 10 months ago
StoryLet's face it Parson Thru712 years 10 months ago
StoryWhere you onced lived Beeme612 years 10 months ago
StoryEmbrace Firebird113 years 1 day ago
StoryGrandma Beeme313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNext of Kin #3 Beeme513 years 4 weeks ago
StoryNext Of Kin #4 Beeme613 years 4 weeks ago
StoryDon Paterson Didn't Eat His Venison MistakenMagic1713 years 1 month ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3213 years 1 month ago
StoryNext Of Kin #2 Beeme413 years 1 month ago

My stories

Next Of Kin #2

The lights were blinding he blinked and tried to steady his eyesight against the wavering skyline.

Next Of Kin

Mother always told him that God created this Earth and his father wore that beauty down daily in his pick-up truck.

Living Light-Birth marks (3)

When I gave birth to Nicholas I felt like motherhood would grant me my second chance. I did not realise then how selfish this ideology was until I was a mother.
Cherry

Living Light- promises (2)

I can hear voices, a cold brush of air like breath ebbing along the bed sheets. I want to reach out, to stroke his cheek or hold my children’s tired bodies until they decide to stir.

Starting again

Where we spend our night times pushing our glowing limbs beneath bed sheets and worrying that the person next to us, hates our bodies...

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