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I slipped into Lake Kilter, a heart stopping chill going through me. I jolted a bit, my muscles stiffened, but I kept going further into the icy water. Slowly, I ...

Embers Scorching pain Burning lies Smoldering thoughts Set ablaze by emotions Raining teardrops Smothering the despondency Extinguishing the agony within Leaving only embers

they say the grass is greener on the other side. but the idiot to say that, lied. no matter if your rich. no matter if your poor. you will hate ...

Feeding Chapter 6 The next few months were terrible. Skye’s heart began to beat again, coming back with a painful jerk that made him gasp and double over. For the ...

Leah sat on the dock, stomach protruding in front of her, feet dangling over the edge. She watched them skim the water and she caught her breath at the icy ...

(Not much to say about this chapter. There's a few fights but it's not as exciting as the last few chapters, at least that's what I think. Also, I wasn't ...

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. ...