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TrunersA Poem by Adelynn KrieglerMy life with a growth disorder |
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I Am No More Monster Than You AreA Story by Brand_TOften evil lurks at the least unexpected corner or in the person you least expected to be. Be kind and nice. |
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Corridors, Windows, DoorsA Poem by Brand_TAre we just in a rat race? Are we looking for some savior? Are we the source of our own madness? |
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Monstrous HumanA Story by Brand_TPeople aren't always who they seem to be. Deceptions, lies, manipulation. |
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We Are All Creatures Of Different KindsA Story by Brand_TPeople come from all walks of lives, whether by choice or forced. We are all just trying to survive. |
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The PlayA Story by melindaerinwritesA young girl walks alone down dark and deserted halls, the setting shifting behind her as backstage crew skillfully manipulate their art - ominous o.. |
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Playing SantaA Story by A.J. SpencerA group of people are terrorized by someone, or something, imitating a Santa Claus |
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The BirdsA Story by melindaerinwritesThe mørke is back again Memory and Remorse pecked at each other. Glee and Anger, winging wildly against the cage. Morose and Fear, huddled t.. |
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The Dark ForestA Story by melindaerinwritesThe hills were always the greenest I’d ever seen. The sky was the bluest I could have ever imagined. The forest on the edge of the village, .. |
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Do They See?A Story by melindaerinwritesThe two shades sat balanced on the edge of the cliff side. One skipping rocks off the fog while the other chased the birds with eyes of amber .. |
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What the HellA Story by Linda Stinson WellsAnother love story that ended not well. |
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What Will HappenA Story by Linda Stinson WellsThis is a short story about a place that I lived at and had to move. I had a nice sight to look at everyday. One of two places I treasured in my life... |
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An Unspoken CompromiseA Story by Linda Stinson WellsThe story is about a love affair but got caught in the act of making love. |
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Long Story ShortA Poem by Robert RonnowA walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawnwearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for toe inf.. |
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Fading Memories and Fleeting MomentsA Poem by Brand_TI don't think I'll ever rid of these feelings you've left behind, at least not for a long time. |
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FractureA Chapter by abhewittHenry wakes in the early morning hours to find his eldest daughter barely breathing on her bed. An empty pill bottle lays nearby. He leaps into action.. |
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Harry Pendleton and the Portal to CanadaA Story by Rambling StorytellerA boy runs into a hell hound and finds out something about himself. |
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