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Shes The Bad PersonA Chapter by DismalI was feeling very bad on this particular day, unfortunately she was the only thing occupying my thoughts. |
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Prone To Bad DaysA Chapter by DismalAnothercrappydayIsuppose,I’llhaveto go through seeminglyendlesshours of awkward chit chat and not knowing where tositand who tositwith.My last s.. |
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Bad Days Or Good DaysA Chapter by DismalI wasn't feeling well. |
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Miles & Miles AwayA Chapter by Dismalp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px.. |
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It's Just A Down DayA Chapter by Dismalp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px.. |
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Beyond the PastA Story by M FrithBarlow, a Time Corp operative, is having a bad day. A tyrannosaur has seen him, so some quick thinking is needed. |
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Broken LeashA Poem by Malu LailaI found my broken shards and shoved them in my pack, sun hits my face I run and don't look back. |
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A Final MessageA Story by JPDonelanA night of affection becomes odd when an old friend of Kyle's leaves a bizarre message that turns out to be his improbable last. |
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The MistA Poem by PatrickPinkI've worked a lot of night jobs. This poem describes how surreal it can be walking home alone late at night. |
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6. THE THIEVES' BACK PASSAGEA Chapter by Peter RogersonThe three in the castle must escape by using a most unpleasant passage |
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7. RUMOURS OF A WITCHA Chapter by Peter RogersonTwo parts, preparations in the north and manoeuvres in the south |
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15. PREPARATIONS FOR BATTLE.A Chapter by Peter RogersonThe villagers have time to make further preparations as news of disarray in the King's camp reaches them |
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Let's LeaveA Poem by Mabel FateLet's leave this place we grew our skinWhere we breathed the brink of the ocean They say it's too stagnant hereThey tell us we must feed our mindNew l.. |
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EscapeA Chapter by Jason StottThe end? |
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Easter Sunday EscapeA Poem by OnlymeEaster Sunday and most of the streetsare quiet and empty.But head to the coastline andeveryone is there.Basking in the sunshinekids playing on the bea.. |
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Shimmers of LightA Poem by BIt maybe sunsetThey metUpon willing lightsKnown to be rightMaybe upon secondsLong as restful walksTouched by lightBlending livesMaybe distant timeWove.. |
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The Brooklyn BridgeA Poem by Brenda AliciaThoughts on the Brooklyn Bridge |
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DrownA Poem by Marlice MorganCold hands grab me from bellowpulling, clawing, tearing at my soul.Air escapes my lungsupon my chest a thousand tonsI kick and writhe to reach the lig.. |
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Hegira 2019A Poem by TheJordBakerSlightly updated version of an old piece. |
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