mikilowe
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | crushed ice crushed paracetamol | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | matchbox and silicone | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | cross hatches bad love | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | M. Eve | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | nyx and erebos | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | this is england | mikilowe | 9 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The winter portrait | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | the night walk to the slaughterhouse | mikilowe | 2 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | My name is Jimmy | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | fruit flies | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | the plug hole of the bath | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | oysters have long black eye lashes. | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | saccharine boots | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Dark Horses | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The elegant Slaughterhouse | mikilowe | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | swamp | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Near the Close | mikilowe | 2 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | your throat overflows | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Story | you drew on your cigarettes | mikilowe | 1 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Fortunately And Unfortunately | The Walrus | 8 | 11 years 8 months ago |
My stories
winter love
‘And gaze into her eyes, with eyes that promise fire’ the Art of Love, Ovid You didn't talk a lot, in fact. But when you did, what I liked the most...
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- 383 reads
chiaroscuro
you are an orange. or perhaps a bust,carved, in soft marble a statue with veins cast in flesh coloured plaster melting into the ochre backdrop on a...
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- 414 reads
Little venus
little venus lay, and he watched Pyrrhic victory, don't you think, Little venus he says, look at you, and she coils and goes i cant see my myself can...
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- 348 reads
please dont get dressed
its all gone, now- my gilded glasses broke the spray painted layer of bad gold chipped, and i remember when you'd say, to me; please don't, please...
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- 476 reads
drunken boat
at the end of the day -i'd be there, with eyes burst apart from insomnia, weary and young my insides, like a beached shark , a thing washed ashore...
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- 267 reads