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“Go fuck yourself.” Blonde, thin, tan, manicured, perfumed. Lipstick the color of blood – not quite, but similar enough. Beautiful girl. Her name is Kelly. Cocaine addict, dabbles in heroin. ...
lin night - Nov 17, 2005 - 5 min read
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keep still we stopped at the café by the harbor docks talked for an hour in the window seat of how you'd take me south in the winter you drank ...
haina - Nov 17, 2005 - 2 min read
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Title: The Rose Grower Author: Michelle de Kretser Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance, Polictical Rating: 10/10...fantabulous read, very beautiful to read Summary: It is July 14, 1789, a date which wi
Maat - Nov 17, 2005 - 1 min read
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Repose I needed it…the arrival of winter. It wasn’t time though, yet I wanted its onset. Forever in life I have carefully pampered my wants above my duties but how ...
torsa_n_muse - Nov 17, 2005 - 22 min read
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new title...woot: Eolenel Project I am currently working on! YAY! Yes this is all of chapter one, finally. I love the long wee hours at work where I just get ...
Maat - Nov 17, 2005 - 18 min read
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Perhaps, as writers, the question is not 'what will you create,' but rather, 'when you are gone, what will create you?' DEATH OF A NOVELIST My story, such as it ...
backgroundbob - Nov 16, 2005 - 4 min read
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This is a post of two poems in one POST. First one is "Lies" the second, "Fake." I hope you enjoy them both. "LIES" ‘Well I love you.’ What a ...
Mattie - Nov 16, 2005 - 2 min read
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I know something is wrong with this poem. I just cant figure it out. Will you give me suggestions? >When I was at my worst You showed me the light ...
armonia - Nov 16, 2005 - 1 min read
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eee...gads...I wrote this so long ago...eek I don't even know when, feel free to tear it apart. my take on a King Arthur story... Chapter One The Travelers Rest in ...
Maat - Nov 16, 2005 - 8 min read
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I wrote this last year a while back... Around this time of year, right before my birthday or so... I took the comments I recieved into consideration and this is ...
Elizabeth - Nov 16, 2005 - 2 min read
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She She stands there still Her crow black hair a shadow vagrant to the world Her soul is chill And plain to see, heralded by dark flag unfurled Eyes colder ...
Meta-Messiah - Nov 16, 2005 - 1 min read
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I laugh at her bony body attempting to get off the concrete floor, her nose gushing uncontrollably with blood. She covers it up, tears spilling from her eyes. Other kids ...
Emma - Nov 16, 2005 - 10 min read
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Sit over here, Let’s pick at the scabs, From the time our wounds wouldn’t heal. Look in my eyes, Does my hurt still remain, From the time we both realized, ...
Kayleigh - Nov 16, 2005 - 1 min read
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'Hi mum! I'm home!' I walk in and flop down on the sofa. we went through the same routine. Dad walks out out of the kitchen and I say 'hi' ...
Acid_Fairy - Nov 16, 2005 - 1 min read
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I've not wrote for a few months, I had block. Situation: I was bored out of my mind yesterday with the Gastric flu so I decided to write some poetry. ...
Whatsarahsaid - Nov 16, 2005 - 1 min read