MaggieG

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StoryPythagorean's Theorem Beeme1415 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Surreal Monologue of a Baby Grand Played… in Sexual Minor MaggieG815 years 1 month ago
StoryGod the drunken carpenter seannelson215 years 1 month ago
Storybig nothing haiku seannelson515 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Entity of Thirds russiangypsy215 years 1 month ago
StoryConceptual poem, Humping russiangypsy515 years 1 month ago
StoryUnexpected Intrusions of Beauty MistakenMagic3115 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Personal Farmer (Bonus Pack) marvin the pig1115 years 1 month ago
StoryShe knew theronware215 years 1 month ago
StoryTin Trailers, and Denim Hats MaggieG1515 years 1 month ago
StoryYou'll Need To Go Mad Before You Get Better Gunnerson415 years 1 month ago
Forum topicThoughts on Electronic Books Lem1415 years 1 month ago
StoryQuaint from a Distance MaggieG915 years 1 month ago
StoryTrue Love shay2203515 years 1 month ago
StoryDown But Not Out oldpesky2215 years 1 month ago
StoryHurray, Hurray, I'm Your Silver Lining MaliciousMudkip415 years 1 month ago
Storythe chemical blade intercedes sonora115 years 1 month ago
Forum topicFunniest writier in the English-speaking Language... barryj1115 years 1 month ago
StoryA Small Tribute to Seve Ballesteros oldpesky2015 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Days of Maggie Spencer Silver Spun Sand1615 years 1 month ago
Forum topicFavourite Lines Or Quotes. styx1315 years 1 month ago
StoryAsylum francisraymonda...615 years 1 month ago
StorySpring Pictures Ewan215 years 1 month ago
Story15 weeks to go sarahprowls615 years 1 month ago
StoryExcrements of Soul, and Burial Cloths of Immortal Resurrection MaggieG515 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

Tin Trailers, and Denim Hats

Something for Da tonight I think :)
Cherry

Those Forgotten Epyllians

"The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate". — J.B. Priestly Squatting in thick skinned caves, paged westward we became, nothing more

Moving Pictures of Soldiers, and Goodbyes

( Something for my husband today. He is missed ) She sat silent, pressing palms together,while her head sky dives into psalms being said, by a girl in a movie, (talkie, talkie)

The Cassandra Accounts

Scolding Apollo - When she was a little girl, a Trojan Horse was held in her hand, carving stiff hidden intentions. That female anger became just another constipated state of affairs,
Cherry

Before We were Bistered ( at the request of mark_yelland-brown )

Fling off bistered slings wrapped upon God. Hidden in enshrined shine of dandelion is a symmetry of butter-yellow plumage worn upon joy's bird-face, labile to a breeze,

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