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StoryLAX to Catalina, via Northridge paborama47 years 2 months ago
StoryAlithos Anesti. paborama07 years 2 months ago
StoryOrange bridge over the Sea paborama07 years 2 months ago
StoryAbbey Cat paborama57 years 2 months ago
StoryHire Purchase paborama47 years 2 months ago
StoryServer paborama57 years 2 months ago
StoryFastis paborama97 years 2 months ago
StoryThis Writing Life paborama17 years 2 months ago
StoryBuzz Driver paborama07 years 2 months ago
CollectionArgentum paborama07 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Musings of a Broken Heart Ellie Mwangi57 years 3 months ago
StoryNo 22 paborama47 years 3 months ago
StoryGhosts of the Leith Citadel alexwritings107 years 3 months ago
StoryChuffed paborama27 years 3 months ago
StoryPan and The Children well-wisher27 years 3 months ago
StoryHealer, Heal Thyself paborama27 years 3 months ago
StoryTaking Umbrage With a Sentence paborama07 years 3 months ago
StoryDustcart Sally paborama17 years 3 months ago
StoryShoes Off! paborama07 years 3 months ago
StoryFringe Theatre paborama17 years 3 months ago
StoryDreams Dreamt by Day or by Night paborama27 years 4 months ago
StoryHER NAME IS GRACE YaseminB17 years 4 months ago
StoryConnect 4 paborama07 years 4 months ago
StoryCome on Tae! paborama37 years 4 months ago
StoryAbigail paborama07 years 5 months ago

My stories

Sweet talk

She hands me the twist of cloth, filled with sugar. 'Granny Robertson has a sweetie for you, Sally.' I take the gift, and she hers. We suck between...

Conspumed

Like the ocean, her chat crashes Over my head and waves to signal Occasionally in case I have not followed Her chat like pebbles in the rip Are...

Rod and Staff

Who shepherds the Lord when he runs astray, Loses his shit in waters turbulent? Rules pertaining to mortals don’t apply: The Rod and Staff of...

Snoorking on the Moon

Hollow little footsteps I'm following, like miniature craters. The bouncers were not far ahead of me, I saw them from the rise. Coming here and...

Bees

Bees sing the history of those they have seen over walls, in bathrooms, and behind trees. A bee exists for each and every one of us. When the bees...

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