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Enigma It is near, very near. Yet far, oh so far. It’s harder than rock, Yet softer than silk It is salty, it is sweet It is messy, it is ...

Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 3:04 am Post subject: The dragon -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- chapter one The finding Simon was lowering himself, down in a

My ears will pop With change in height And a change in thought Will have things popping Too. It is strange and Not, with such an Ordered confusion, A gist ...

HI EVERYONE THIS IS A DRAFT AND IDEA I RECENTLY THOUGHT UP. I know my work probally has a lot of grammer problems but apart from that, i would like ...

Dream Scenes ---------------------- Rated R for language ---------------------- We were in the middle of the unknown, there are several of us in a bleak parking lot with a few cars ...

Tyler looked at the man cautiously. He was face down, motionless. The horse lay panting nearby, and Tyler knew it was spent, and would never get up. Tyler looked around ...

This is rough at the moment, but I am continuing my..."tradition" in not editing anything until I've actually finished a draft, in order to make sure I don't end up ...

Sick and tired of all these games,, Tell me when we’ll meet again. I can’t decide if it’s too late, To try to rearrange our fates. I wish I could ...

You kick mountains; uppercut cyclones. You dance on dark clouds and saddle hurricanes, snatching their eyes from within. You drink up the ocean and sputter its salt into rusty spittoons. ...

Hey guys~, I took a break from my studying for finals (I keep getting headaches from it e___e ) and wrote two more chapters. (Yay me! ). For the first ...

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untill you live your life, with out having to know whats wrong. and whats right. untill you life your life, with out a care in the world. untill you live ...

More to be desired Chapter 1 More to be desired Chapter 1 It may not be perfect, Joanna mumbled as she gazed upon the miniature-sized mansion that would become her ...

A lot of stories are told by people who are smart, or brave. I’m neither, but I have a story to tell, though it’s not my own. Jean, Jean, how ...

First Impression I have to admit that I didn’t like him, not in the least. When I first set eyes on him, looking over every piece of clothing he wore, ...