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A Poem by Jen
Twelve years of hell
Born eighteen
Come the rising sun
I'll put on my mask
So I can sing and dance
For your pleasure
The glowing pearl
Appear..
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A Book by Jen
Life is a stage, and we all have a part to play.
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A Chapter by Jen
Earth is a stage. Humans are the puppets. Angles and demons are the puppeteers. The gods are the masters, the owners, the directors. Earth is a stage,..
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A Chapter by Jen
"Mom! My cellphone isn't working!" Emily yelled. Mom turned around and took her cellphone. "Hmmm, your right, it isn't working." Mom continued to me..
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A Poem by Jen
Lend an ear
for me
for all
listen to the words
that were brewing in our hearts
these painful words
sharper then daggers
the cold tears
that s..
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A Poem by Jen
A dark
tear stained house
is where I
go to everyday
dare I call this home?
no, how can I say
this is a home
when every room
is wet with tear..
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A Story by Jen
Little Jean doll now sat on a table. The table was dark brown, round and looked like any normal end table, but the Miss servants knew better. The tabl..
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A Poem by Jen
Little Little Bird
Sitting in the cage
Never chirping
Never singing
Why not do so?
Little Little Child
I sit in a cage
My voice runs dry
My ..
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A Story by Jen
A crack. A small, short, crack went across a small glass doll forehead. The doll was a girl, smallish, with short black hair, a plain white gown, with..
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A Story by Jen
Sam lay on her bed, in the dark, listing to her ipod. It was one of the things that kept her calm, music pounding in her ears while here family fought..
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