SugarHorse

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StoryThis Gift SugarHorse111 years 6 months ago
StoryTake me to the ocean SugarHorse211 years 6 months ago
StoryPraise bounteous providence... SugarHorse011 years 6 months ago
StoryLife in Orbit SugarHorse011 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Childhood Sword SugarHorse011 years 6 months ago
StoryHoney SugarHorse011 years 6 months ago
StoryGood Enough? SugarHorse111 years 6 months ago
StoryGoodbye love SugarHorse011 years 6 months ago
StoryEscape is Not an Option SugarHorse011 years 6 months ago
StoryFor You SugarHorse011 years 6 months ago
StorySalt. Amore313 years 8 months ago
StoryMotherly Moon (For Will) SugarHorse314 years 2 months ago
StoryLittle One cassiopeia314 years 2 months ago
Forum topicABCtales Magazine Issue # 22 ABCtalesMag1214 years 2 months ago
StoryRoses SugarHorse414 years 2 months ago
StoryThe diamond shoe1414 years 4 months ago
Story I know... shoe914 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Pianist SugarHorse714 years 6 months ago
StoryThe black angel and the seventh son rjnewlyn614 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Struggle Soulman214 years 6 months ago
StoryJacob's ladder rjnewlyn1914 years 7 months ago
StoryShe Didn't Say SugarHorse214 years 7 months ago
StoryMercy SugarHorse214 years 8 months ago
StoryI am a Ghost. SugarHorse214 years 9 months ago
StoryPrincess SugarHorse414 years 9 months ago

My stories

The Pianist

Music, as clear and bright as springtime rain, blossoms in the longing optimism that one day a flower will grow, this late in the season.

She Didn't Say

None of us expected her to die like that. She was one of those people you thought would live forever.
Cherry

Autumn Rain

I remember such a happy childhood, grown up in the bliss of eternal autumn rain. I remember tiny droplets of stars falling from Heaven and the pollen of the Earth rising into the air.

Mercy

One kind act of mercy; one act to save my life Stood in the rain, pouring from my eyes Your open arms allow ice to enter your body And we freeze ourselves together

My Heavy Heart

With a heavy heart, I apologise to the creature I resented for so long. It wasn’t the gargoyle clawing its way up my spine I should have been more weary of, but the angel holding my hand.

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