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The Reader - Chapter 26A Chapter by A.L.Chapter 26 “We’ll be there any minute!” someone called out and Emmeline jolted awake, yawning. It had been two and a half days since.. |
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Gathering Desert DoomA Poem by Earl SchumackerA sign at the desert entrance warns of life, of death. |
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The Reader - Chapter 27A Chapter by A.L.Chapter 27 Watching the sun rise had to be the most beautiful experience Emmeline had ever had. It was worth waking at an early hour to go and see. Th.. |
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Till Death Do Us PartA Poem by RobertYou are my worst nightmare no f**k it you’re my best dream. You install that love in me when fear of seclusion crosses my eyes. I stay paralyz.. |
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No God No ProblemA Story by Earl SchumackerDestruction of Civilization and Christianity over the past 500 years |
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nasreen's rib creatureA Poem by maythere was a sense of normalcy in the midst of a boring afternooni loved the part where we lazily woke from a short slumber and carried onthere was not.. |
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Caught in BattleA Story by LJa true story about an ex-husband and his native ways |
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The Secret To Eternal HappinessA Poem by Dripping Chocolate Madnes..Everyone Smiles... ...Eventually. |
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The Emergency SurgeryA Poem by D.j.In describing the stereotypical nature of a surgical procedure endured by a Robot provides insight into how surgery and saving lives can be instrument.. |
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My Baby DollA Poem by Randy JohnsonDEDICATED TO AGNES (2011-2020) WHO PASSED AWAY ON JULY 11, 2020. |
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GeistA Story by YouoweYoupayOn a hill within reach, as if it were the only structure untroubled by the bullets of rain and monstrous winds, stood a fenced two-story home. |
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The ToastA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Toastby Michael R. BurchFor longings warmed by tepid suns(brief lusts that animated clay),for passions wilted at the budand skies grown desolate a.. |
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the rice and salt in storeA Poem by remsa poem written to apologize for years misspent, and for being too late to the years that mattered. |
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The ChimeA Poem by Rashi SinghIn sanguine summers,Through sunlit waves,I see the gray homesOf misery and heartaches.The chime rings like everyday;The air is still the same.A family.. |
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Smoking And Falling AsleepA Poem by Randy JohnsonDEDICATED TO ANNA KAREN (1936-2022) WHO DIED ON FEBRUARY 22, 2022. |
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