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intimate fragility, shared, living on whispers: surviving in hand-drawn hearts. its pulse fluctuates, spiralling into alien depths; we want to exonerate it from purpose: remove the parasite. yet, in t

This is abstract in the extreme. It was so very bizarre, but I took your advise, to ''lineorize'' and look at each sentence as a moment in a dreamscape. At ...

Hey everybody!! finally going to get it on!!! but this one's really short so i could use some help! Chapter Three-Dinner "How was your day dear?" Mia's father,Mr.Smith, askedas the ...

Chapter Four- Unsuspecting Two days have passed since the strange encounter. Mia couldn't help thinking about Danny on the way home from school. She knew she would be in huge ...

These were just some ideas that I want to unleash: things buzzing around in my head. It's not my best work, far from it, but I enjoyed writing it. ---------------------- ...

Jack writes contemporary fiction! Stop the presses. Yeah, this was really a flash fiction kind of thing that I just did to get myself writing. Don't expect Hemingway. It was ...

Love is powerful. It’s a happiness far beyond any other, It’s an emotion stronger than any other, It’s a caring more powerful than any other. Love is eternally beautiful and ...

to think in metaphors... the lines of his face, gilded by man-made fire and the ceiling mottled with birthmarks of amber are such testaments to those who watch unseen, the ...

The Whore -Slick Jimmy My body is riddled with reminders of your kisses. memories of the depths of your unknown passion. Replacing my love with a desire to hate. I ...

Pulled into the Night Death is coming soon I fear, I can hear its voice ringing in my ear. It's ripping and tearing at my soul, Telling me to give ...

The Edge of Sanity On the edge a lonely man stands, Emotions lost, heart in his hands, Confused look upon his face, Ran like hell but lost the race. Trying ...

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Once upon a time I met a lie. She told me that I was not the truth. That I should rebuke and convert to her religion. She made "positive" criticism ...

Hey, This is just a really rough beginning to a story I have had on my mind for a long time. See I read a lot of books on city ...

fallen, from the heights of serenity into a nightmare of addictive obsession Starved of life sup on the tit of back-alley fruits on the brink of purple darkness; hunger awaits. ...