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You said we were forever Best friends till the end And then cut me with your words Again and again and again. And you expect me To sit and take ...

A short letter to home Mother, recently, this has been too much. You say to me that you understand, that in your prayers you are here beside me. You know ...

~*~Prologue~*~ She ran as quickly as she could, but not fast enough. She collapsed onto the ground, the heavy weight of her attacker on her back. Fighting against him, she ...

*Note, this is just the first third or so... Also, please tell me if the guy's thoughts and sort of emotional view is accurate..I've never written a story with a ...

FROM: The Riddler riddlemethis@archnemesis.comTO: bwayne@wayneenterprises.comSUBJECT: Riddle me this…What is rich and black and flies at night?--THE RIDDLER#FROM: Bruce Wayne bwayne@wayneenterprises

A/N: I've had this idea since the beginning of this year (2008), and I've been editing it in various directions until it came out into this particular form. It started ...

Removing it.

My darling, you know I love you, half blessed & cursed the day I found you, lost in the Wonderland around you, what kind of fool am I? Romanticise the ...

My sighs filled my head like the dark fills the nights. My tears flow smoothly, the rainstorm tonight. I'm hesitantly clawing through velvet dark veils. I'm scared of not knowing ...

Trapped in a box that I put myself in Fighting for a life that I truly want to end Walking barefoot on glass and continuing to stumble Friendships thought to ...

No, I did not feel too lazy to name it... the name actually is An Unnamed Poem. I am only uploading this to make sure that my account works properly. ...

Prologue The air hung with the fumes that poured from the factories. A dark world surrounded the people who hurried through the freezing city streets not looking anywhere but forward, ...

Oh how you stare, Oh how you care, Or at least you claim to. Oh how you break, Every promise you make, Or the ones you pretend to make. Oh ...

While moonbeams whispered and tall trees shouted, A beautiful girl flew past; As heavenly as the angels above, Her pain pierced the night at last. She sat and watched the ...

MORE GREEN RiBBONS Marcus’ horse danced lightly through the scattered trees to get to me. He greeted the other men along the way, but I could see in the heightened ...