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you fight everything with such futile grace, like a moth beating its wings against a lighted window. in the back room of a locked ward of a hospital built for ...

I'm so pleased...this was hardly whiny at all. This didn't have any glitteringly beautiful imagery (and you know how I love imagery) but it had, as did your other recent ...

I thought it would be fun if I'd post my poem handwritten, as in a picture Holly is refered to Holland If someone Dutch would read this-or someone very familiar ...

my lover, my executioner, my forever; was forgiving in so many ways she tortured me as she willed me with her rare mercy her lusting, her grinding, her spitting; in ...

[Autobiographical: friendly fire?] - Greenwich Village is cold today, colder than one would expect in late August. The sky hangs heavy and lethargic over the city, and the wind that ...

This could've maybe gone in Sci-Fi, but the only thing that puts it there is being set in the future. Enjoy. Chapter One. “Growing reports of vandalism in the Southern ...

A venomous sky pours out a gushing storm with the fierceness of a despot. I listened to the outside, it was so loud. The room was all obscure and dark, ...

Can it be? Is it even possible? I'm actually posting something in the lit. forums other than critiques? Well, due to my absence in writing, I decided to write a ...

For my Grandma's 75th birthday I wrote her a poem in Dutch. Maybe one of you knows Dutch. Maybeee ************************************************************* Achter de horizon daalt de zon, ’t is

Just a few Haikus I did for fun. "Morning Peace" Sleeping quietly. Bothering no one at all. Snoink comes to wake me. "Walking down the hall" Walking down the hall, ...

I posted this originally on TSR, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to post here either. So if it looks familiar, don't be alarmed! ..........***.......... she adjusts her fake pearls ...

This is an old one that I just "dug up" haha...found it in a folder and liked it so figured I'd post it here for polishing. Lessons in Anatomy dead ...

I couldnt figure where to put this, so it ended up here, like most of my stuff! Needs a bit of work, but its only a first draft so help ...

It was a groggy Monday morning when the first bell rang for classes to commence at Post Pacific High. The students stopped mid-conversation with their friends and slowly made their ...

I considered putting this in the Other Fiction forum, but I couldn't decide, so I put it here. Enjoy, and feel free to comment. Strength I was angry. Sad, too. ...