I see them now, dancing on my eyelashes, taunting me. Memories running loose along my skin, just out of reach. I manage to coax them to my fingertips, pen in hand.

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There are no storms here, just the steady stream flowing from the gutter and the soft rythm of gentle rain. I used to dream of this place, this lullaby from the sky. I've escaped the violence of storms. Found shelter from the dry, soulless winds and th... stories
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I've decided to come out to myself. Being trans is such a personal experience. trans stories
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The flowers between north and south grow unguarded below the bridge. I picture a broken body among them sometimes. A body slowly fading back into the soil. The grasses will soon be high enough to hide the darkest of secrets. Some bodies are meant to fa... #depression #anxiety #shortstory stories
The flowers between north...
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The wolves have my scent, they can smell the blood in the air. I can only sleep light and short, to listen for the howling and tend to my wounds. The bleeding never stops, it flows out black because of the rot. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of sunlight t... stories
The wolves have my scent,...
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A cold, dry wind hums a steady tune past my ears and my eyes study the landscape; hues of purple and grey skies, snow topped hills in the distance, lost in a sea of sagebrush. I stare into the wasteland, searching. The dust in the air gently caresses m... critique me please stories
A cold, dry wind hums a s...
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