Franomi

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  • afternoon
    Asunder, the skies are broken; rain, detaching itself from black cloud, falls in silver sheets.  Fingers of sun scour through and catch on yellowing leaves, filtering, thr
    100 words, 7 comments, October 19, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Ynyslas
    The wind lashed at them, smashing against their hollowed chests, resisting their every step.  Rain was like a fine mist forming ripe droplets in their hair, and salt spray
    3000 words, 1 comment, September 30, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Other
  • untitled, part 5
    ‘mari?’  pierre said once they were out on the road, ‘you don’t have to hide that knife from me, you know.’
    mari stared at him, eyes wide.  ‘how could you know?’
    600 words, May 23, 2005. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • Shoes
    Too many pairs of shoes.
    Too many lives.
    1300 words, 1 comment, May 14, 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Other

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