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StoryHere, There & Everywhere Mark Heathcote115 years 4 months ago
StoryHow It Is Silver Spun Sand2015 years 5 months ago
StoryFor the Love of Cupcake yrene215 years 5 months ago
StoryLight In The Dark? Mangone2015 years 6 months ago
StoryUmlaut Lem315 years 6 months ago
StoryUntil Spring MistakenMagic1015 years 8 months ago
StorySelf-confrontation!!! yrene215 years 9 months ago
StoryNothing left to say Holly715 years 10 months ago
StoryA New Dawn Bradene215 years 10 months ago
StoryComing With Age Bradene215 years 10 months ago
StoryAll the good girls are taken Caolan_le_Paddy115 years 10 months ago
StoryFutility Bradene715 years 10 months ago
Story4 Connecting Haiku Bradene515 years 10 months ago
StoryToo Much Gravity chelseyflood315 years 10 months ago
StoryThose new shoes! Caolan_le_Paddy215 years 10 months ago
StoryPhoto of an Old Refugee threeleafshamrock515 years 10 months ago
StoryIf Only yrene315 years 10 months ago
StoryUnknown Love Caolan_le_Paddy215 years 10 months ago
StoryBound Ann-Marie37315 years 10 months ago
StoryMist of Me Ann-Marie37115 years 10 months ago
StoryWhat is Beauty Caolan_le_Paddy115 years 10 months ago
StoryJuices martin_t115 years 10 months ago
StoryAbandoned Bones Amanda-Moo215 years 10 months ago
StorySorry Daddy Yazmin315 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Hamster Diaries 1 maddan715 years 10 months ago

My stories

Internet for Him

I went to the Cathedral today to attend the feast of St. Paul.

STUCK AND PANICKING!!!

Somehow, I seem to be stuck between two needs. First is the basic physiologic need, sleep. Second is the self-actualization, studying.

Chains of Freedom

I'm walking with chains on my legs hear them bang as I hit the steps They clasp my legs like frozen glass I live bearing the whole world's mass I can head to the north or east

One Night

I looked into your charming eyes you smiled lovingly back at me I moved my lips closer to yours & we gently kissed You held me in your arms gently You held my hands between your warm ones

Flirting with Death

Sometimes, death has a bright side.

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