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Well this is supposed to be for a laugh, it is also a memoir to the movie Flushed away, if you remember the fly. Simply said this guy's a deviled ...

Edit: After some consideration, I decided to take down the Kismet sections until I can sort out the mess it is into decent fiction. I'm also in a story bog, ...

i wrote this for a friend of mine who is a really good poet, and she liked this so much when i wrote it for her, she asked me to ...

Mr. Phantom Chapter 5 6,000 years later I sat on the floor with my back to the wall, watching the guests come and go. I wasn’t enjoying my parents’ party. ...

There are ghosts in this house They don’t lurk in the dust beneath my bed Or between the musty closet’s clothes They don’t need dark Cellars or attics Only my ...

the slurred phonetics of a flickering lightbulb hung like guilt over our heads and sent our shadows screeching across windowpanes and vacant voids disguised as mouths. silence crossed the floorboards ...

words escape behind imperceptible mouths of silver nitrate, pouring, a waterfall of deceit, into an empty sink: a vulnerable mind. transparent promises extend, reaching out, touching the mind. sinful,

PROLOGUE: My name is Luna Soto, and this is my story. I’m presuming that you picked up this book and started to read because you decided that my innermost thoughts ...

Hey there. I don't usually write short stories, but this sort of came out of no where. Feel free to critique all you want. Note: I know this is the ...

Deleted. Check my blog as per reasons why, in the entry entitled "Sigh."

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Darkness. Velvet black, the rich, deep dark of true absence of light. Somewhere, one could hear water flowing, dripping, and sometimes, bubbling. He was aware. Nothing entered this cave, this ...

Drugs I followed Patrick down the pier, past about a million restaurants and candy stands mixed in with gift shops. He turned down a small opening between buildings that was ...

What are we if not just, a flicker of light, gone in an instant, a single breath, one of many, a single tick of the secondhand on the clock of ...