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StoryOde to Venus alphadog1514 years 1 month ago
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StoryImages of my Grandmother alphadog1214 years 3 months ago
StoryJuggling For Mash tcook2714 years 3 months ago
StoryThe long room alphadog1214 years 3 months ago
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CollectionShort stories Anonymous614 years 4 months ago
Forum topicMore Terrorists? Mangone1114 years 4 months ago

My stories

The rain... position 1.

I love the near silent sound of rain, its delicate intricacy overwhelms. yet it never tickles, as it trickles, forever failing to touch my -near parted- lips; That rest, warm, plump and heavy,

The rain...position 2

I love the melodic sound of the rain. I love its delicate, yet discordant melody. For it tickles, as it trickles, as it kisses; Yet never will it touch my -near parted- lips,

Ode to Jo.

Her eyes are oval black and sultry; I see them swear with every thought. while rich lust broil's within my soul contained within her slow rolled slender walk.

Around Freshwater Bay

I redrafted it, but I am not sure it is improved in the shaping process...

Freshwater bay

for my mother who passed away suddenly and very tragically on the 28th of January, aged 67. God Knows my Dad sister and I will miss her so very much.

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