ExulansisCity
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UntitledA Poem by ExulansisCityThe voice that whispers for blood whIle it watches me fall to pieces. An account from the perspective of personified self harm |
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Clocks: A 100 Word StoryA Story by ExulansisCityYou are the hands of my clock. The beat of my heart. You breathe and my lungs are filled. You wake up and my eyes open. You are the words on my tongue.. |
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GirlA Story by ExulansisCityA letter |
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Detective WaffleA Story by ExulansisCityA (very) short comedic dialogue. Very rampus. |
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I See You In The RainA Story by ExulansisCityA short story about grief |
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I Decide Who Lives Or DiesA Story by ExulansisCityIsn’t it funny, how we are drawn to death? How there’s that nagging feeling in the back of your head, that prompts you to run towards it, .. |
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Attraction of MarbleA Poem by ExulansisCityThey never tell you what it’s going to be like the first time you get caught in a rainstorm. The cold drops bouncing off the grey paved ground, .. |
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Candle TalkA Poem by ExulansisCityA menagerie of words displayed on shelves as spoken, illuminated by the flickering flame that our whispers only seem to feed. Our eyes reflect dancing.. |
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