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The Chronicles of Oblivion - Prologue The cold, windless night was eerily quiet. Even in the barren, lifeless desert there was less sound than was natural. The only source of ...

We lay there Your arms around me Skin so soft Body so warm But you're no survivor It almost feels good Knowing I can Pleasure you like that But I ...

Everything can change in the blink of an eye. Life may be gone, destiny could alter. One might lose it all, another could gain. You can make this world and ...

They filed in gracefully and she took a seat. He reached out a hand to shake the director’s hand, then sat as well. They watched the Director passively and he ...

A jiucy fine pineapple hops along my way, I stop to ask what brings you here astray? Well, i'm all grown up and i'm here to bright and shine, well, ...

All my life I knew you you were more than a friend you were my brother you were always there when i needed you i used to joke that you ...

I was bored so I was thinking of funny stuff and this is what I came up with: Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to say our goodbyes. I ...

It was a little bit before Easter midnight mass and we were supposed to be quiet, subdued things in pretty clothes and halos. For we were about to be confirmed! ...

Don't mind the dedication; it's totally an inside joke. Also, this is my first official attempt at a poem, so feel free to rip me apart in order for me ...

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Krisha Note: Thanks to dear DD for remarks and brushings-up of this. With any luck, Crysi's will be next. She's the one I owe Tov's continued existence to. ^_~ (He ...

Another creepy poem by me. Again, it starts out short. I'm not sure I can do any more to it, like I could with Child. But if someone asks.... I'll ...

Music stirs on the trembling blades of grass, a symphony erupts on evening's folded head. Melodic whispers from the swaying reeds, drunk on dew that hangs from budding leaves. Bull ...