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A Poem by J
There once was a old man called fred.He said, "See the lovely instead!"It was rather old,But not very green gold,And he couldn't resist the figurehead..
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A Story by J
PART ONE: THE SCHOOL DAY THAT NEVER ENDSMONDAY, 2:43 PM | WESTFOLD SECONDARYThe air smelled like dried erasers and sweat-soaked PE kits. Students drag..
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A Poem by J
One day at a food shop,I met a man selling dresses,For money he wanted to swap,But I really wanted some yeses."Got any yeses?" asked I."For that's how..
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A Story by J
April 4th, 4044 MorningThe morning light barely slipped past the thin curtains of my bedroom window, casting a soft glow over the scattered pages of h..
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A Poem by J
See the feeding of the ghost,I think he's angry at the host.He finds it hard to see the seal,Overshadowed by the goofy ciel.Who is that stalking near ..
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A Story by J
(Warn: some of stuff in this story is not for younger readers, don’t read you’re one of them, thanks.)
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A Poem by J
In the hum of broken neon,where silence wears a digital mask,a flower grows through the screenpetals glitching in time with forgotten songs.No sun, no..
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A Story by J
It was just supposed to be a quiet walk.
Jacob stepped out into the cool night, stretching his arms as he wandered beneath the glow of the full moo..
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A Poem by J
Whispers in the wind,Moonlight drips through silent treesNight holds its secrets.
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A Story by J
The room was quiet, tension barely simmering beneath the surface until Roxy stormed in like a whirlwind.“Oi, X! Move it, will ya? You’re s..
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