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The Pyromaniac
It is not a stress reliever or hobby. It is an addiction that has consumed my mind for as long as I can remember. The impulse comes as often as ...
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Tonight
Tonight we will dance in lazy pirouettesAtop the roofs of victorian houses,Hold our heads high to the pearly moon,Scream our wishes, our dreams, hopes into the skyFor safekeeping among the ...
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Tears at the Breakfast Table
He was only human,Or what he told himself everydayAt the breakfast table,A broken tape of comforting wordsTo recover the soulHe had lostA cup of coffeeAlong with six spoons of sugar,Struggle ...
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Apple Tart and Crème Brulee
Agh, I haven't been able to write much lately. I've got something like a cross between a brain freeze and writer's block. I got this one off the top of ...
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Forgotten (Part 1)
My first romantic short story. Feel free to tear it up :]Kerrah looked out the window of the passenger seat of the car and at the mahogany trees that lined ...