Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I want to see you face to face she said.

    The era Split
    took on days of sun,
    With its dark run coffee
    and social graces sipped slow and long.

    I came Dalmatia, I came.

    Trailed by tithers of sadness
    that had bleached tired skin,

    I came to shed the last tear
    to bathe in your company
    to face you as you had asked.

    I found you
    I found your sun, it set my bleach adrift
    I became gold,
    And as you brushed happiness into my soul
    ‘I grew ten feet tall’
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.