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The Trumpet Player: The Prologue
[pre]The room was dark, lit by only a few candles and a small window. Through the window, charred ruins of decades past could be seen. Even with such dim light, ...
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The Rose Garden
It's kind of short, but I like it. I wrote it a while ago, maybe two years, but it has always stuck with me. Many a Rose Has wilted and ...
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Untitled
This silence is incredible. I can't believe there can be such silence, with everything that is going on. But I suppose that all of Manhattan, all of the world is ...
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A Walk in the Park
Not that long ago, not very far from here, there was a man, walking through a city park. He wasa very business-like man, despite his youth. His chestnut hair was ...