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The girl was huddled into a ball. Perched on a branch among the heights of an old oak tree. The full moon of the day before was leering down on ...
young_artyst - Jun 10, 2007 - 3 min read
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The soft sounds Of the beauty's flutter Echoes through the hallway My heart skipped a beat. Someone was watching me The proud being, She begins to feel a presence of ...
dark_horizon93 - Jun 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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Incandescence - Jun 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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It's hard when your girl says "goodbye" and you don't know the reason why. It's hard when your girl says "it's over" and you know you've lost your lover. It's ...
Fabien - Jun 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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For Addie June 9, 2007 Ridiculous remarks and smart-aleck suppositions with a side of sarcasm Are the daily special every day But your favorite meal is goldfish with the heads ...
Areida - Jun 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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this is an essay that i wrote for my English 100 class. the assignment was to take a memory that i had of a significant experience, and write about it ...
SoCalCub - Jun 10, 2007 - 7 min read
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Invisible Pain “Her stitches must be invisible”. Clawing away at her skin, She bleeds. The next day, she heals, No scars to be shown. She cries, Wanting help from the ...
Drownsinapuddle - Jun 10, 2007 - 2 min read
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Incandescence - Jun 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago, comments and constructive criticism is appreciated. I'll post a couple chapters a day. And with that... Prologue: The Ties of Shadow ...
Zawisza Czerny - Jun 9, 2007 - 2 min read
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nvm
KAVOR17 - Jun 9, 2007 - 1 min read
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What lies below has been extracted from the middle of the beginning. So there are going to be some things you need to know, Sekar is a priest from a ...
The Box - Jun 9, 2007 - 5 min read
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Hammerfists erase punctuation marks in favor of acerbicrunons, the static of bad reception adding a dulcet undertone to to the screeching tires of your getaway car. Fingertips trace the tracks ...
biancarayne - Jun 9, 2007 - 1 min read
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i have no more poetry to give, to lay upon the altar of your shoulderblades; beads of words trapped as sweat in the valley of your back. i have barely ...
something euclidean - Jun 9, 2007 - 1 min read
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Dark-eyed aureate love descends From austere clouds I've never known, Weaving a framework of crakling flames 'Til my eyes flash and hiss with gold. But how long 'til a youthful ...
Jasmine Hart - Jun 9, 2007 - 1 min read
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DreamLooking up at meWith an innocent face,Begging for me to be on her side.Reaching down to take her out of the well;I fell in myself.I hit my head on a ...
mateeah3 - Jun 9, 2007 - 2 min read