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LindseyBrooke

  • The Park (excerpt from my novel)

    We stopped walking and sat on the grass beneath us. "But, I like that I'm alone when I come here. It gives me a place to escape when I can't ...

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  • This Year: Chapter One

    It all happened so fast. They're not kidding when they say that life is too short. The sirens echoing through the air, the churning of my stomach, and the sobs ...

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  • Comatose - Prologue

    Hi everyone, I'm Lindsey. I found this piece a while back and thought I'd continue with the plot line its supposed to be on. I know it's messy and probably ...

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Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.
— Mark Strand