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StoryEndings and Beginnings ankari514 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Final Kiss. InspiredWriter414 years 10 months ago
StoryDown In The Dumps luigi_pagano1314 years 10 months ago
StoryA truth of broken love WillSimpson314 years 10 months ago
StoryLosing It MistakenMagic2914 years 10 months ago
StoryDescribe A Place Where You Feel Afraid. InspiredWriter214 years 10 months ago
StoryNovember 6th ankari914 years 10 months ago
StorySundial ankari314 years 10 months ago
StoryAfter Party ankari114 years 10 months ago
StoryNothing, not finished InspiredWriter314 years 11 months ago
StoryLady of the Night. InspiredWriter315 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Birds Verity Valentine315 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Secret Weapon Verity Valentine415 years 1 month ago
StoryHer houndtang315 years 1 month ago
StorySpoon Terrence Oblong715 years 2 months ago
StorymANNeAter aitticboy1515 years 2 months ago
StoryAlbatross of the World Ewan815 years 4 months ago
StoryMoonlight Sonata. InspiredWriter1115 years 5 months ago
StorySilent departure. InspiredWriter315 years 5 months ago
StoryRequiem Anon. ankari615 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Rag Doll InspiredWriter415 years 7 months ago

My stories

Stolen.

This is the product of a very sudden longing to write something other than essays. I wouldn't say it was that great but give it a read! (:

Snatched by Nymphs.

The leaves are singing, Golden notes ringing out across starstruck mirrors Pooling. Ripples escaping their translucent bonds, Reaching out to a foundering shore,

Empty Field

The darkness opens its palms, And you pass over the fence leaving no footprints, Except the patches of flat grass where you danced.

JaMes AlexandEr HOward.

James Alexander Howard. It rolls of the tongue like sweet syrup, Dripping Like the delicate scent of jasmine on a steaming summer night. Frothing and creaming,
Cherry

Devon and Somerset

You won't see me in Middle Age. The lines on my face, The first whispy grey hairs protruding like weeds from my scalp. Sometimes I will think of you; wondering

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