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Fortune TellerA Poem by Heather ClaytonSparkle dust on my handsGlitter in my eyesLiving on the desert sandsliving with the wiseAtapestryis hangingin the little room I shareIt brings me up t.. |
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In My RoomA Poem by Wild Willow BlueNo one knows you behind a closed door.. |
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IllusionA Poem by rachelenicholsDance across the room. Tanka. |
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BedA Poem by Cosmic kidLaying in your bed I listen to you breathe The sun lights up the room into a luminescent shade of gold You turn stare into my eyes and smile Then .. |
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The Suicide RoomA Book by Tom CookThe following is a novelette I'm working on. I didn't want to post it on here at first, but I decided what the hell and went with it. Enjoy and proofr.. |
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OneA Chapter by Tom Cook1 The party downstairs kicked and beat against the hotel ballroom's walls like a kick drum, banging out melodies and chatter by mouthfu.. |
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TwoA Chapter by Tom Cook2 I was fourteen years old when I first tried to kill myself voluntarily. I heard that in the past my family earned their honor through .. |
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ThreeA Chapter by Tom Cook"What the hell is this?" Mara said. She looked over a brochure of the Tradition and Honor Act that I splayed over the top of our wood table. Two.. |
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FourA Chapter by Tom Cook4 I had lived or escaped. No, I was alive but trapped. It started with the hospital room with the IVs and blood bags. Then there was the.. |
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FiveA Chapter by Tom Cook5 "Why did you say yes, Clarence?" Mara said. The clinging of glasses and story exchanging voices rumbled one downstairs. I moseyed to t.. |
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THE REBIRTH OF CHARISMAA Poem by kublakhan2706 19 02 - 04 21 11 |
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THE DANCEA Poem by kublakhan2703 27 11 |
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SixA Chapter by Tom Cook6 Thurmond Cross sat behind his oak desk with the glossy finish reading through a vanilla colored folder. He skimmed through my health r.. |
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SevenA Chapter by Tom Cook7 "I didn't mean it." Mara says. "Yes you did. Why else would you have said it?" "Because I was hurt and angry with you. I was .. |
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Chapter 5. New SurroundingsA Chapter by LegolasI slowly open my eyes. They are hard to move though. It’s like I am groggy. My head is pounding. The pain feels like someone is using a ja.. |
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ConfusedA Poem by Phillip HeidlerHuh? |
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