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StoryOutside Home Richard L. Prov...412 years 3 months ago
StorySnapshots cabruce112 years 3 months ago
StoryGiddi-up Gramps Richard L. Prov...212 years 3 months ago
StoryIn my thoughts and in my dreams... leannebates412 years 3 months ago
StoryJust Friends IsabelleSayers112 years 3 months ago
StoryChasing Rainbows MS712 years 3 months ago
StoryA Bar at the Folies Fulham Mark Say412 years 3 months ago
StoryDOMINOES moonphish212 years 3 months ago
StoryJust a Rope and a Chair! Denzella1012 years 3 months ago
StoryLizard's Leap: Chapter Twenty Eight: Monkey's and Mirrors. Sooz006612 years 4 months ago
StoryBristol Museum, Fake Terrorist Attacks and JLS. MS712 years 4 months ago
Storygreat white celticman1012 years 4 months ago
StoryHolly-Blue Silver Spun Sand1712 years 4 months ago
StoryI Used to Dream Richard L. Prov...612 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Angel Who Looked the Wrong Way hudsonmoon612 years 4 months ago
StoryAlice jolono2712 years 4 months ago
StoryRound Table harrietmacmillan112 years 4 months ago
StoryTake a Deep Breath lailoken512 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Flood Parson Thru812 years 4 months ago
StoryConceptus shoe812 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Suitor And The Woman well-wisher412 years 4 months ago
StoryWillkommen in Deutschland- a crisis, country-crossing and a new career Lem212 years 4 months ago
StoryOde to Venus , fourth position alphadog1912 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Uninvited Guest Brighton_Ro212 years 4 months ago
StorySitting in the dark amlee412 years 4 months ago

My stories

Gold cherry

The Origins of Snow

Submitting this as part of my writing sample. I'm applying for the MFA Creative Writing at Kingston. Any feedback would be great!

Diary of a soulless guy

I want to drown in the brown malevolent depths of my coffee cup. The enormity of my emptiness will swallow me now I know I’ve lost you.
Cherry

Quiet and Undisturbed

Sydney is recovering in her bathroom after a morning of headaches, hangovers, nosy neighbors, nosy sisters and...the letter.
Cherry

Diary of an adolescent in love and it's a lot like hell.

You ask me when I’m going to leave, my tongue clicks against my teeth, my shoulders shrug, my feet bang together, I dare myself to look into your eyes.

The morning after the wedding.

Sometimes people wake-up with no recollection of what happened the night before.

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