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StoryWords Beyond Meaning Ewan34 years 11 months ago
StoryThe right paintings for your wall mcmanaman14 years 11 months ago
StoryImagine rosaliekempthorne24 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Scream rosaliekempthorne35 years 13 hours ago
StoryThe Grand Old Duke of York Ewan15 years 3 days ago
StoryLovers rosaliekempthorne15 years 1 week ago
StoryWhere Would I Go? rosaliekempthorne15 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTHE KIND OF AND MIND OF A MALE. kheldar25 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAngelique rosaliekempthorne25 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Time Comes to Fly rosaliekempthorne05 years 1 month ago
StoryReset rosaliekempthorne25 years 1 month ago
StoryA Kiss for Luck rosaliekempthorne05 years 1 month ago
StoryDerrcott rosaliekempthorne15 years 1 month ago
StoryAmerican Diaspora lavadis105 years 1 month ago
StoryThe NightWalk rosaliekempthorne25 years 1 month ago
StoryPaved with Chalk and Carbon rosaliekempthorne05 years 1 month ago
StoryPaved with Mirrors (Part 3 of 3) rosaliekempthorne15 years 2 months ago
StoryPaved with Mirrors (Part 2 of 3) rosaliekempthorne15 years 2 months ago
StoryPaved with Mirrors (Part 1 of 3) rosaliekempthorne15 years 2 months ago
StoryUp Across the Road rosaliekempthorne35 years 2 months ago
StoryRaging Rhonda rosaliekempthorne35 years 2 months ago
CollectionSunset Girls rosaliekempthorne05 years 2 months ago
StoryMidlife Molly rosaliekempthorne15 years 2 months ago
StoryDarling Debbie rosaliekempthorne05 years 2 months ago
StoryDeath sentence monodemo25 years 2 months ago

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My stories

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Allan Burda's Wife

I am Allan Burda’s wife. And honestly, it is a sweet gig. It’s the life of the glitterati. I wake up in the towering penthouse and look out over the...
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Jenny's Pies

When the going gets rough, I can always count on Jenny to invite me over for one of her pies. Nobody bakes pies like Jenny does. She has more than a...
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Hunger

You couldn’t blame us. We couldn’t help ourselves. Days and nights out in the desert, tramping through a wilderness of rocks and dirt, heat and sand...
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WebWorld (5.7)

Well, this isn’t the story of how I died. If it was, I wouldn’t be here to tell it. Maybe Zara would have told it from the best of what she knew, how...
Cherry

WebWorld (5.6)

We were under water. Or it felt as if we were something like that. We were through the looking glass, out the back end of the wardrobe, on the other...

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