Stef Outsiders : Writing

My Valentine...

My Valentine...

A Poem by Stef Outsiders


My valentine... I dont expect a curtain of red roses Or sweet notes and finger licking treats Valentines isnt a shiny coin Valentines is about be..
And with him...

And with him...

A Poem by Stef Outsiders


When, one beautiful dream ends,A crack of a nightmare begins, Slowly the moisture eats away at a land, and the one I love becomes a shadow, barely ho..
I think not/ I do

I think not/ I do

A Poem by Stef Outsiders


I was having a classical moment, and was thinking of a song for a fairtale love story. It is duet between two, who's love is deeper than scars...
Hallow of my soul

Hallow of my soul

A Poem by Stef Outsiders


I stand in the wilderness Breathed in the ashes They are not mine But of a world That once stood I choked And swallowed What is left of the living? Ho..
Faith...

Faith...

A Poem by Stef Outsiders


For the first time. I have faith. However, the battle is not won. I still have stones to gather and throw across the seams of the ocean. Where they wi..
A Dangerous Game - One

A Dangerous Game - One

A Chapter by Stef Outsiders


My mind is a forbidden temple, but cracks are beginning to form in my walls. There is so much that you can control, it is not easy being fuelled..
A Dangerous Game - Two

A Dangerous Game - Two

A Chapter by Stef Outsiders


My day was coming to an end but was not quite over yet, I had twenty- five minutes worth left of paper work to do. Paper work I’ve struggl..
A Dangerous Game - Three

A Dangerous Game - Three

A Chapter by Stef Outsiders


The next day, I woke with a massive headache. My delightful fiancé let me polish of two bottles of wine on a work night for the second ti..
A Dangerous Game - Four

A Dangerous Game - Four

A Chapter by Stef Outsiders


I sat on the sofa till Josh came home, a little later than he said on the answer phone. He strolled in and saw me, all red eyed from crying. ..
A Dangerous Game - Five

A Dangerous Game - Five

A Chapter by Stef Outsiders


Josh and I hardly spoke after we made love, I think I was suffering from the aftershock and so was he. Sat in the front room alone I looked at t..

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