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Her words burn like fire, the hatred she has ommited sticks as glue to my memory bank of hurting words I delve into the creaking shelves of haunting dialogues and ...
Swottielottie - Dec 15, 2006 - 1 min read
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~It was quiet, late in the open battle field of Serinia. The elves were still hiding in the trees ready to fire upon the enemy at any given moment. The ...
SPeeDeMonD130 - Dec 15, 2006 - 1 min read
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What are we but lonesome creatures prowling in the Night. Under the stars, under the sky, under the cold moonlight. The beauty, the sorrow, the laughter and fears, We'll be ...
girlonesome - Dec 15, 2006 - 1 min read
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When Your Mind Was Empty The way it used to be You'd sit at the desk Feathered pen in heavy hand Waiting for the words to come Waiting for inspiration. ...
sokool15 - Dec 15, 2006 - 2 min read
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Chapter 1 Just Another Day “Come on,” whispered a slender young man to his friend. They went silently across the foggy docks of New York City. Their white robes trailing ...
Alteran - Dec 15, 2006 - 14 min read
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life was meant. to harness,to flow our opinion is what we make it and without us there would be no and without our Creator there would be no us.
October Girl - Dec 14, 2006 - 1 min read
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This is very much a story poem, with some prose stuffed in. Thursdays It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. - Arthur Dent, Hitchhiker's Guide ...
Caligula's Launderette - Dec 14, 2006 - 2 min read
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An enthusiastic young lady stood on a grassy knoll over looking some training fields. She shivered in excitement and glanced over at her companion, her emerald green eyes wide as ...
ladydark - Dec 14, 2006 - 6 min read
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It was on the morning of January 16, 1973 that James Hakner, a young man of 22 years, had first begun to hear the rumors of “The forgotten.” It was ...
lackling2 - Dec 14, 2006 - 7 min read
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Fear struck the faces of children and parents. Soldiers fought to save lives, but never managed to last long enough. The king fought ahead never looking back at the faces ...
lackling2 - Dec 14, 2006 - 6 min read
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Rounding and whirling Lost in the rhythm Pounding and sinking Dreams of tomorrow Lost in the dances Silver in moonlight Scarlet in bloodbath Glory and passion Ecstacy blooming Dancing til ...
carelessaussie13 - Dec 14, 2006 - 1 min read
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Tell me what you think! Anne fell to her knees, pressing the heals of her palms to her fore head. "Well?" An annoyed voice demanded. Anne dropped her hands and ...
LowKey - Dec 14, 2006 - 7 min read
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I wrote this song on the guitar to a soft wandering minor melody. I like the way it sounds as a song, but I'm not sure if it's any good ...
Don Quixote - Dec 14, 2006 - 1 min read
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Very short story, not really supposed to make sense (just something i wrote down and edited a bit, might do something with it, most doubtful though) A tall blonde man ...
Dargquon Ql'deleodna - Dec 13, 2006 - 2 min read
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The Black Bandit By Anna Nolte Chapter I A tall man with a sinister countenance approached a shorter man that was livid with rage. “Has he struck again?” “Yes, damn ...
misspriss - Dec 13, 2006 - 27 min read