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Reverting-Part 1
Jaresh peeked through the tiny gap in his curtains, looking out of his window and into the square. The statue of the Warlock, Froll, stood towering above the buildings as ...
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Reverting- Part 2
Alright, I'm going to post the last paragraph as well to lessen any confusion. Jaresh sighed and walked down the steps that were no longer his; past a fountain he ...
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Reverting- Ending
Once again, I'll post the last paragraph too... “Hey, are you all right?” It was a woman’s voice. He realized with a start that he recognized it. Probably someone from ...
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Suffocating
This feeling It's so hard to describe. I’ve been underwater before; Felt the burning, scraping, clawing at my lungs... But this is different. Because my lungs work fine. They pull ...
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Blood Brother
Blood Brother I knew you once, I knew you twice. All my life I thought you were nice. I didn’t ever try to pretend, You were more or less then ...
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Intuition Part 1
Intuition (Part 1) Aged Eleven: Melody Lowe took a bite from her chocolate bar, looked out of her car window and, to her dismay, saw very little. There were a ...
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Intuition Part 2
Aged Two Years: Melody looked up from her car seat, giggling. Her mother was smiling at her from the passenger seat, tickling her toes. Melody squirmed and laughed harder. Her ...
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Intuition Part 3
Aged Twenty-Two Years: 1-2-3-4-5… 6-7-8-9-10… 11-12-13-14-15… As she skipped up the stairs to her floor in the dusty hotel, Melody Lowe counted each one, though she already knew exactly how ...
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Intuition- Part 4
Aged Twenty-Two Years: Melody walked along a riverbed placing each foot carefully in front of the other. After reaching Vermont, Melody had found that there are some distinguishable differences betwee
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Intuition- Grand Finale
Current Day: “Wake up, Ms. Lowe. Up and at ‘em.” Mel opened her eyes. Her head burned, pain surging through the layers of sleep. She was in a white, sterile ...
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Talk About It
Talk About It "Maybe," they say," You just need to talk about it." But I'm sure I don't want to. That it's a bad idea. "Come on," they say, "You'll ...
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True Love
True Love A large, rotund woman, fat rolling over her khakis, gets the bread dough, which is the color of her skin and beats it. Her squat, chubby knuckles squeeze ...
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Doldrums
I've copied this generalized explanation of a sestina. For a more detailed description (and to see why mine isn't a true sestina) click the link below: Sestina: The sestina has ...
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Cento: Bewailing the Loss of Young Life
So, this is my first cento, which (for those of you unfamiliar with this form) is a poem comprised of lines from other pieces. The parameters and span of the ...
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Hypocrite
Hypocrite You know something I can't stand? When pig-nosed hypocrites make faces at the wide world, stick thier tongues out, roll thier eyes, and rub thier chins, and try to ...
