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Prologue, Chapter One + The Updated, Chapter Two Prologue It was a beautiful night. The silky darkness which crept into the place of day was lightened by the sparkling stars ...

My grammer is not the best, but i have tried to find most mistakes. please read and enjoy. Dont hesitate to post a comment. If you have a comment on ...

Before you go on, yes, I know these poems are pretty sad and don't make much sense but they are meant for laughs only...not to be published. Enjoy. TORTURE OF ...

I opened the shutters of my thirty year old beach house soaking up the smells and the scenery and the memories the good and the bad. I hadn’t been there ...

I don’t talk much these days. Driving on a nondescript road and miles of cornfields blending into each other. I spot a gas station and stop to fill up. I ...

Chapter One: Lin In the shadow of the moon,She danced in the starlightWhispering a haunting tuneTo the night...Velvet skirts spun 'round and 'roundFire in her stareIn the woods without a ...

Warning: May not be as interesting as latter episodes but don't give up hope His name is Damen Terrance Tolbert. He is well mannered, very sexy, very intillgent, and extremely ...

Inspired by my brother, Daniel Tolbert You know him But not who he is You know where he's been But not where he is You've seen what he does But ...

I see from the inside out Though no one else believes me I just can't help but wonder Do my eyes deceive me? They see an object of desire A ...

*This desperately needs some polishing. The goal is to respond to the word "Incognito" in descriptive prose. I gave myself a time limit to jot down what I could come ...

Crickets chirp outside an owl hoots frogs croak but he sleeps through this snoring on my lap. His body is so warm with each slow breath he heaves his body ...

sit by the lake Listening to the swiftly flowing music. The trees slowly tilt to the west. A blue veil is swept over the horizon. It seems as though The ...

Nails piercing my brain Glass shattering around me Metal crunching, smashing together Crying all around me Screeching, Screaming Howling, Wailing, Weeping It seems like a hundred years have passed Jus

they splutter The Old Lie into our beer caked speakers at this open mic night, every man with bohemian rhapsody splattered down their tux and ties, every lady batting mascara ...

We snap our fingers into flame, calling for another shot to douse our heathen throats in tequila spirits; stumbling off our moral equator, that runs just south of Jalisco. Dipping ...