Anne Shirley

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StoryAshes to ashes fromagreenhill213 years 4 months ago
StoryYou and me. Pumpkins and Marshmellows. Anne Shirley213 years 4 months ago
StorySEEDS jay_frankston213 years 4 months ago
StoryFool(ed) TheRoz81113 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Art of Kissing Concrete christajoyce213 years 4 months ago
StoryGlimpses of Hindu Philosophy pkroutray213 years 4 months ago
StoryDirt and Diamonds. Anne Shirley213 years 4 months ago
StoryBlood Before Principle TheRoz81313 years 4 months ago
StoryAbortion pinda113 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen he pulled the telephone out of the wall and slammed it into the filing cabinet lavadis513 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Saviour in the Night. RasiumLane313 years 4 months ago

My stories

Breakfast.

In the morning, I crack eggs into a pan. I stand and watch the golden suns sizzle in fat. I want them sunny side down, The yellow slammed into the heat. I think of baby chickens,

Shyness.

Through my mind the words flew, tightly ordered in tiny parachutes. In bite sized clusters, easy, simple. And now I watch, the parachutes fall apart.

The Walk.

Doesn’t she know she’s fat? Proudly she walks along, a swing of satisfaction behind her. Double D’s, in all their glory introducing her to the world. In heels and tights;

I live in a perfect world.

I live in a perfect world. Smiling faces, washed dogs and hand shakes. In my house I am surrounded by clean, white walls. Pristine cream,

Join me in paradise.

Alone imprisoned, in our own individual self designed asylums. Hoping to lure another, walls painted bright and sane. So when a lonely man in his confusion wanders past my door,

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