- Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 4 comments, 66 poems, 8 stories
My Stories
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My shoes' blue colour is dirtied and dulled with the dust from a dry month, and a bowl has formed beneath them. I have stood here for months now, It's time to uproot my feet an700 words, April 16, 2006. In First person, Other
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And I sat down in the warm grass next to her, let myself slide on its slick blades, to leave green stains on my pants so I could be sure I would remember sitting there, and I d300 words, 3 comments, August 31, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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watching him walk away must have been hard for her. she wept the way she would towards a sickness, her face distorted and crinkled, cheeks blotched red, her mouth a knotted smi100 words, 1 comment, July 10, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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She tugged on my arm, not my arm, she tugged on my jeans it seems more fitting to tugg upon jeans, especially when one wears them so tight, only a child could find enough mater300 words, 1 comment, July 8, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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this is... well i like it but it is still wanting so i will revisit it later and you may read it now
