Stories by Stolenfaces, by lifetime rank

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  • Melancholy Polly
    Polly wakes up from a not-so-restful night.  Pupils dilated, eyes feel swollen. She glances around her indigo room, taking in the world.  Eventually, Polly sits up an
    by Stolenfaces 800 words, 6 comments, on Nov 25 8:39 PM 2003. In <200 lines, Other
  • Addicted Inheritance
    I noticed Cooper before I actually met him., smoking his Marlboro Reds just outside the glass window... just out of reach.  It's been two days since I stopped smoking and
    by Stolenfaces 600 words, 6 comments, on May 11 10:00 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Theory
    I have to explain myself for anyone who reads this, and also for my own self-benefit.  The whole concept of self-injury is pretty fucked up in itself.  The whole idea
    by Stolenfaces 300 words, 10 comments, on Apr 6 9:53 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Sent
    I was fifteen when I came home on a late April afternoon to find a big light-gray car under the blooming dogwood tree where our blue plymouth was usually parked.
    "What's psy
    by Stolenfaces 300 words, 4 comments, on Feb 16 9:33 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Individual
    A friend once said to me, "You're alone, and you will always be alone... because you are a true artist."  And while that statemeant saddened me, it also inspired me.
    I
    by Stolenfaces 200 words, 1 comment, on Jan 20 10:00 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Safe Haven
    by Stolenfaces 500 words, 8 comments, on Dec 26 5:49 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Erotica
  • Another Day in the Life
    Polly's head throbs, and a wave of nausea slides across her consciousness.  Her damp wet hair falls into her face and sticks to the tears on her cheeks.  
    "Why are
    by Stolenfaces 300 words, 3 comments, on Dec 23 10:48 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression
  • Memoir... Melancholy Polly... edited
    Hillary wakes up from a not-so-restful night.  Her pupils are dilated, and her eyes feel swollen. She glances around her indigo room, taking in the world.  Eventually
    by Stolenfaces 1000 words, on Dec 2 8:43 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Other
  • Regret
    I slowly walk down the isle, step by step, as if I am a bride to be... but I am no bride.  The isle comes to an end before a wooden casket.  It is open, and as I blin
    by Stolenfaces 200 words, 2 comments, on Nov 26 12:28 AM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Drowning On My Own
    My hands slip away from the edge, and I fall. I can't get a grip on myself, and there's no hope for gripping the cliff. I've always felt as if I've been falli
    by Stolenfaces 100 words, 1 comment, on Nov 10 8:16 AM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Out
    band... still just venting... does this even really count as a story?
    by Stolenfaces 100 words, on Nov 5 9:51 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Sanity
    by Stolenfaces 200 words, 1 comment, on Nov 4 11:01 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Constant Thoughts
    this is more like a journal entry... or like me talking to myself.
    by Stolenfaces 300 words, 1 comment, on Nov 4 5:56 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Back When Life Was Good
    When I was young I didn’t have anything to worry about.  When I was young I was a carefree little kid who loved being the unique Jewish kid, and always thought smoking was
    by Stolenfaces 400 words, 2 comments, on Nov 4 5:42 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Polly
    This is the first chapter in the book i'm writing... its about my life, but also inspired by the short story I wrote (Melancholy Polly).
    Blade in hand, my fingers tremble. &
    by Stolenfaces 2200 words, on Oct 28 9:18 AM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • The Road Less Traveled
    I am an empty road.  Seldom am I accompanied by any vehicles.  Trees are coming down on me.  They clutter me, break me.  I suppose I am a detour.  I'm
    by Stolenfaces 100 words, 1 comment, on Jun 11 11:41 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • History Repeats Itself
    Situation:  
    Humorous, "beautiful,"  indvidual girl walks into a classroom.
    by Stolenfaces 200 words, 5 comments, on Jun 10 10:18 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression
  • Naked Inspiration
    Water drips from the silver messenger above my head.
    "Well they're never gonna get me... like a bullet through a flock of doves."  I always told myself they'd never get
    by Stolenfaces 300 words, 8 comments, on May 17 6:13 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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