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My First Lesbian Experience Pt.1 Amber's Story

My First Lesbian Experience Pt.1 Amber's Story

A Story by shygurl


Amber's lesbian roommate Cassandra shows her what she's been missing
Flames of the Forgotten

Flames of the Forgotten

A Chapter by Arsenic Nemesis


Zero Their came cries from outside. Pleas; desperate for her safety. By the time her parents managed to gather their senses, it was too late, the r..
T’was Seven Before Dawn

T’was Seven Before Dawn

A Poem by Wingless Angel


Chaos after Claus
The Storm In Jilliann's Room

The Storm In Jilliann's Room

A Story by KATHY SUE SILLS


One little girl goes on an adventure on trying to make the storm go away outside!
i would be an awful father

i would be an awful father

A Poem by freelancejouster


brightly colored blocks, infant's toys, my world is full, or perhaps within and pushes against its edges withloathing and contempt. ..
Jack in the Box

Jack in the Box

A Poem by Alexa Tasch


so bored in math class
Toys

Toys

A Chapter by CT


A simple poem of loss...
Forgotten Toys

Forgotten Toys

A Poem by Alexander Emberson


I don't think we know how real we all are.
Toys

Toys

A Poem by Alexa Tasch


Barbie sat on the shelf with Kenas happy as can bethinking "Look at us. We're so perfectthe handsome him and me."G.I. Joe sat on the shelflooking at B..
play time

play time

A Poem by freelancejouster


technicolor pegs peep through, stuck into a weathered wooden plank, meant to be hit repeatedly, incessantly a dozen, or a hundred, ch..
Blank Gun

Blank Gun

A Poem by Alexander Emberson


Blank Gun I don’t think people realize the turmoil within; the ripping and tearing of what can and can’t be done. Do guns fire ev..
A Lady in Mourning Grey

A Lady in Mourning Grey

A Poem by Carrie Manor


A Lady Dressed in mourning grey, waited until the break of day, held her daunting eye to the window. She gazed glassy eyed afar from where she sat...
Book at Bedtime

Book at Bedtime

A Book by Rosemary Peel


An omnibus of stories and poems for younger children
The Toy

The Toy

A Poem by Ianthe


I wish I had known you would become the sandbox every child eventually crawls out of when I was more than content to crawl in..
working in a toy shop.

working in a toy shop.

A Poem by nigrum homonculus


i'm not going to lie. i do have quite a bit of fun working in a toy store.

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