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were the lost in gray-- they were pale in the summer, sleeping through the day.

It climbed up my arm, nimble as they are, and I screamed as it attacked.

Short thing, cause I have no idea how to review this: Gorgeous. I love the use of opacity and color, and your lines are wonderful. Personally, I've never done this ...

"I can't get it off." "Here, use a scrubby." "You don't understand. My skin is raw. I'm still covered in it. I can't scrub anymore, I'll bleed." "Well take a ...

Nosy Neighbor rhymed, crimed, and eventually died; Loomy was cruel.

They were glass, hazy and glazy and so far gone from all that we had.

Embers flared up, but died under my glare; you weren't to be remembered.

This is now horribly intimidating because of all the talented people posting in here. O.O Write a poem describing a memory without using sight as a sense.

Ink spread like death, and we gasped as your name spilled out, almost like a ghost.

Describe the beginning of the world, without using the words "dawn", "beginning", "start", "birth", or "grow". Or any derivatives of those words. :)

Hey there :) Nice shots! So, the first one is definitely my favorite. You have some excellent shadows and nice positioning. Perfect execution of the rule-of-thirds. While I like the ...

The water whistled, pouring expectations of peace and tea to air.

Our thumbs ached, stretched out as bloody feet dragged on the road; we searched for home.

But how can it be called justice, when no true crimes have been committed?

Tears mix with blood like the grounds were mortar and pestle; pain ensues.