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StoryDead Man Walking (Part One) The Walrus212 years 3 months ago
StorySounds of It: Memories of Nowhere Land snuffy112 years 3 months ago
StoryA Diagnosis. MrBusDriver112 years 3 months ago
StoryLight/Lifeline gingeresque112 years 3 months ago
StoryCh. 1 A Life Undetermined be11aluna212 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHelp - It's me again- that bloody nuisance Denzella! Denzella412 years 3 months ago
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StorySugar and spice…and steel well-wisher212 years 4 months ago
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Storywarning behavior delapruch212 years 4 months ago
StoryI am nothing but everything well-wisher512 years 4 months ago
StoryWitches Moon Wes712 years 4 months ago
StoryJapanese Crane Silver Spun Sand2212 years 4 months ago
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StoryMILK THE COW moonphish212 years 4 months ago
StoryAn island of loneliness Highhat1212 years 4 months ago
StoryMonday (3) Parson Thru912 years 4 months ago
StoryTree onangelswings1111412 years 4 months ago
StoryImpero StJimmy112 years 4 months ago
StoryOpen shellyberry312 years 4 months ago
StoryWinter Sparkle well-wisher112 years 4 months ago
StoryUnique (IP) Rhiannonw712 years 4 months ago
StoryA South African Dawn InspiredWriter412 years 4 months ago
StoryÉlodie maggyvaneijk1912 years 4 months ago
StorySuperStar BoyFriend ilovejb212 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

A Maggy-Morning (IP)

This IP was too good to miss out on.
Cherry

Fat Girl

I’m big I’m broken I can’t change form the chemical cheese they feed me has slowly seeped into the hollows of my bones and I am so full
Cherry

All the women in my family smoke

I’m older now, coming to terms with gaps that can’t be filled the morning blinks into my room through wet windows and I promise I’m not crying
Cherry

Road-kill Beautiful

Based on the character of Tracey from "The Tracey Fragments" by Maureen Medved.
Gold cherry

One Shirley Temple and Five Pints of Stella

our little lives like hop scotch one day it’s crazy, the next day it’s not

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