The Picker by oxytocin My mother in the field, heavy with fruit.
Poetry: Family, K, English, words: 95, favs: 1, 10/9/2007
626Saturday Morning Cartoons » by Dr. Pepper 14 [Slash] We're just two horny teenaged boys. We don't know what the hell we're doing. But that's okay, it's more fun this way.
Fiction: Romance, M, English, Humor, chapters: 11, words: 63k+, favs: 579, follows: 397, updated: 7/12/2007 published: 10/14/2005
17 We're Not Listening by drippingdreams This is for anyone who is annoyed with the narrow, angsty contents of suburban teen poetry. You know... poems that rhyme lie, cry, and die. This is for you. [Slam Poem]
Poetry: Life, T, English, Poetry, words: 298, favs: 9, 4/3/2006
53burn her name by poetic abortion [femmeslash, unfinished] this was meant to be unfinished, she said, our fairytale
Poetry: General, T, English, Poetry, words: 72, favs: 6, 3/19/2006