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the universe was a disorderly mess, only interesting bits being the organized anomalies. Hackworth had once taken his family out rowing on the pond in the park, and the ends of the yellow oars spun off compact vortices, and F
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A commercial caught their attention: “…tune-in at eight; learn about the wonderful mysteries of one of the most popular carnivorous plants
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Not a poem. A short story wrote for my sister, Sinners Nightmare.
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Lindsay scratched another mark on the knotted pine wall with her chalk. After sixteen years this particular piece of chalk was no longer in the best of health, and so marking the wall with it proved to be even more of an ende
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Noye caught up with Rich and Cliff who were telling jokes at a hotdog stand. “Believe me! I was disgusted by it! YUCK!! Give me a break, wi
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Silence entangled itself in the fibers of his very soul, welcoming him in a way he couldn't deny.
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"Care to give me an explanation? You've been living with me for eight months, Dummy! I thought we had something going."
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“So what am I going to do?”
Stormi perched on the kitchen stool
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Eyes starting to tire,
I reluctantly closed my book
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You became the light that shone in a pungent tone. The pungent tone that washed away my vile misery. However the light faded suddenly; you
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I'm the goddess of this world
I command the wind, the fire, and the water
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She regarded the prostrate man before her with carefully constructed aplomb. Despite having held the throne for a little over five years, she had yet to grow used to adults, powerful and peasant alike, throwing themselves upo
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Moonlight shimmered through majestic pines,
leaving pathways of light splattered
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Once upon a time, in a strange part of the faerie world betwixt the land and the water, there was a place that was neither land nor water.
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ONCE UPON A time, in a time so long ago that even the long-lived faeries don’t remember, there grew a single blue rose. It lived in the midst of the fae’s ancestors’ garden home. It was a spectacular plant, which they believe
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I try to wipe my forehead, I'm desperate to move my hair from my eyes, but my hands are tightly bound. The last I can remember is er..erm l
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The Sacrifice
Arriving in a new city was nerve racking. I flew into the airport with only two bags. The rest of my belongings would not ar
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warning- graphic violence and intense social commentary.
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Wilson was 2 months old when his mother died his sister died when he was 5 months of age. This might seem sad but he grow very strong independent and quick “not to mention stubborn.” One day Wile Wilson was hunting he n
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this is a little story I have been working on. I hope you can give it a read.
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