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My NecropolisA Poem by Kat ManduQuiet in the street.Pavements made from skulls crunch under feet,As I walk alone, Trying to atone. I tore apart the zodiac,Don't believe me, check the.. |
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Til I DieA Poem by James JohnsonIts not really hate...its jus my message to Satan :D |
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I miss you Dad.A Poem by AbbyThis is my first poem i wrote, and i really have no idea if this is the form you should write a poem in.The last four years have been hard on me- and .. |
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Chapter 22A Chapter by Catonia06The Retribution |
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1: Utter Silence for the MomentA Chapter by CompellingComposerThis is chapter one of Disease of the Dead. |
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Disease of the DeadA Book by CompellingComposer |
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Chapter 23A Chapter by Catonia06The Retribution |
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Chapter 24 (Flashback)A Chapter by Catonia06The Retribution |
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5: Meeting the OthersA Chapter by CompellingComposerSeth and I decided that time for playing around was over, and that we should prepare ourselves, and the others, incase of another attack. We knew whe.. |
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Christmas SlaughterA Poem by SilentSKYHehe ^_^ I had lots of fun writing this..... >:D |
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Chapter 1 "Edge City"A Chapter by Walter Scott MorrisonThis is really just a psychopathic story about a serial killer and the demented world that exists inside his head that has become his reality. |
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WitheredA Book by Walter Scott MorrisonThis is really just a psychopathic story about a serial killer and the demented world that exists inside his head that has become his reality. |
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4: The Secret ConversationA Chapter by CompellingComposerHere yall go! Finally done! Sorry it took so long. Been busy.... |
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6: A Busy DayA Chapter by CompellingComposerNoon changed to dusk quickly. The day had moved by so fast, it seemed as though there had hardly been time for anything to get anything done. As the .. |
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7: PreperationA Chapter by CompellingComposerSorry it took so long and that it's so short. Been busy... |
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8: My RealizationA Chapter by CompellingComposerThe creature lurched at my face, digging it’s nails in my head. It growled a bone-chilling snarl. It felt it’s teeth rest upon my skull, .. |
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House of the DeadA Poem by LorraineSomething I wrote for my creative writing class after my professor asked the class to choose any of the attractions seen inside an amusement park as s.. |
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