Lady-Bathsheba

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StoryYou decide ... Lady-Bathsheba814 years 4 months ago
StoryJon thanksforthepar...414 years 4 months ago
StoryThursdays I sees er Part 1 thanksforthepar...514 years 5 months ago
StoryMy Grandma Dorothy Genevieve Nelson seannelson214 years 5 months ago
StoryLife ... Lady-Bathsheba514 years 7 months ago
StoryEmpathy Lady-Bathsheba414 years 7 months ago
StoryIt all began with Nana's cat Lady-Bathsheba314 years 8 months ago
StoryJust One More. Hal 9000514 years 8 months ago
StoryI know ... Lady-Bathsheba814 years 8 months ago
StoryROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN Lady-Bathsheba1014 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Wandering Hands Of angel-from-hell315 years 1 week ago
StoryDrugs Are Bad angel-from-hell115 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPlease can i have a cherry? angel-from-hell1815 years 3 weeks ago
StoryImpure comparison angel-from-hell215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Secret of the two Ladie's. Cavalcader815 years 1 month ago
Story"Facebook" francisraymonda...915 years 1 month ago
Story Hold Me In Your Arms Cavalcader515 years 1 month ago
StoryFreedom angel-from-hell215 years 2 months ago
StorySilver Wings Cavalcader2915 years 2 months ago
StoryForlorn Adolescent angel-from-hell215 years 2 months ago
StoryFear young_choose_life115 years 2 months ago
StoryI took a bullet. Yazmin315 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Reluctant Nomad PhilS515 years 2 months ago
StoryBoy-Blue Silver Spun Sand1515 years 2 months ago
StoryPikey Bingo Hal 9000515 years 2 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Awareness

Just who the hell Do you think you are? In your house that is so Twee Just who the hell Do you think you are? You are NO more different than ME Just because

An oracle in obscurity of thought

Husband raises eyes and beholds Wife Showcased on the marital bed like some bizarre opus of abstract art Dali would have been so proud! Juxtaposition of Wife

Dancing Dead Babies

They say it scars you for life! They say it consumes your soul! They say you never get over it! They say a lot of things … Am I so different? Or maybe? I’m just

Poetic Liberty

M’lud I stand before you Contained within this dock The night I was arrested I can tell you Was a shock! Because? … I do NOT write in metaphors Because?… I say it as it IS

Freewill

The lonely little shepherd boy Sat on the moonlit hill Basking in the glory Of the thrill Of his first kill First to die was father Aborted in his prime Next to die was mother

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