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StoryInspiration Dark Fox013 years 4 months ago
StoryDoes Friendship Matter Dark Fox013 years 4 months ago
Story'Songs of Love and Hate' Silver Spun Sand1413 years 6 months ago
StoryA Winter Without Snow Silver Spun Sand1013 years 9 months ago
StoryBarely Blue Silver Spun Sand2013 years 11 months ago
StoryHey...You! (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1414 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBRIDE OF PINOCCHIO moonphish714 years 3 weeks ago
StoryProperty Dark Fox214 years 6 months ago
StoryI Want Dark Fox214 years 6 months ago
Story'Percussion, Salt and Honey' Silver Spun Sand1714 years 7 months ago
StoryCome Springtime Silver Spun Sand1014 years 7 months ago
StoryLove in a Cold Climate Silver Spun Sand2214 years 11 months ago
StorySalut D'Amour Silver Spun Sand1414 years 11 months ago
StoryMood Indigo... Silver Spun Sand1915 years 1 week ago
StoryBed Six is Betty Brown Silver Spun Sand815 years 1 week ago
StoryJust Another Victim Dark Fox415 years 1 week ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2315 years 1 week ago
StoryArtist's Impression Silver Spun Sand2615 years 4 months ago
StoryWith Her Without Her Silver Spun Sand1515 years 5 months ago
StoryMagpie Misery Mummy Penguin1315 years 5 months ago
StoryStick to the routine Mummy Penguin715 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Star Within Me Dark Fox515 years 5 months ago
StoryIn Reverie... Silver Spun Sand1615 years 6 months ago
StoryPresent Imperfect Silver Spun Sand2215 years 6 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2215 years 6 months ago

My stories

Insomniac

The darkness surrounds me. The silence is deafening. Once again I lie awake with no particular reason why. I long for sleep, even crave it but it eludes me time and time again.

Property

A story of love and morals. Both are important but people once had to choose.

Love In The Stars

Sitting out under the night sky with the stars above me brings my soul peace, giving me the tranquillity that allows me to think. The phases of the moon mirrors my heart's reflections.

A Muse Part 2

I lifted my skirts and petticoats to make it easier for my lover. His lips disapeared from mine and he kissed my pale neck again. His hair brushing against my porcelain skin.

Just Another Victim

A man haunted by his job.

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