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Hail Mary She was a beautiful woman, trapped inside of herself. I never knew anyone stronger than my mother, nor more vulnerable. Her strength showed when she stayed up long ...

This is a continuation from where I left off in the first part. IMO this is the better portion of the prologue. I hope you enjoy it. * * * ...

Okay, this is an experiment. I have this plot in my mind for this story...it's supposed to be the most typical romance you could ever read. Based on this first ...

Your words to me are so-- crass. They make me want to scream and laugh tossing aside my white dress as you come down as golden rain While I, trapped, ...

Always. Even after all this time, ______Your way forward is clear. We were talking of minds ______And my soul. I shall never reveal the best of you. If you're wondering ...

Here is my second entry for Whence's "The Snape" poetry competition. This is a poem that (theoretically) Snape might have written about Lily Evans. Green eyes that haunt, Emeralds that ...

This is one of my two entries for Whence's "The Snape" poetry comp. Let me know what you think! (note: this would appear on the tomb of Severus Snape) Here ...

~*~*~ Knall’s head was swimming. He was lying on a cold, metal floor and he was on his back. He rolled over unto his belly and stood. He stretched and ...

Anyone who can read English should read this book! It is one of (if not) my favorite books ever. Brief history--Richard Adams is (still alive and writing) a British author. ...

Whilst taking part of this journey we conquer places where awry actions untie our laces; “Cradling up to that fierce stream pulling us down asunder. Misperceiving rocks for lifeguards, obtaining ...

Please keep in mind that this is a very rough draft, without any blocking or thought as to how it will be performed yet. It is to be delivered to ...

Here is a story I wrote for English. I'm posting to find out how to post and stuff. The House He had walked slowly to the abandoned house. Or had ...

**Continued** Sam stared at her. He could feel the sweat on his brow cooling in the wind, as around them, all was silent. Her clear hazel brown eyes looked into ...

She goes and sits in the corner. All alone again. Her knife in her hand. As her hand closes tighter on the handle she slowly moves the blade across her ...

Shadows play across our faces as cobwebs hang from our minds Echoing from our mouths the words still float in wait How much longer, how much more of this can ...