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LimboA Chapter by Remy RoadChapter 4 First to come back was the feeling. There was an incredible numbness, but I knew I must be hot because I could feel the sweat dripping fr.. |
"I'm glad you're home. Well, did you really miss m..A Chapter by Remy RoadChapter 5 Knock with the fist at the top, then a slam with the elbow in the center, and finally a kick to the bottom of the door. “FUCKBITC.. |
Limping Through LunchA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierLimping Through Lunch She was limping when she crossed the bar, smiling through the pain, “now don’t you look so cute!” I.. |
More about WaterA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMore about Water How desperate; looking through the lace of fine lingerie, spitting on the ground into curbside potholes. Perplexed. .. |
For NowA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierFor Now Drunk by midmorning never so discontent or desperate, some say crazy. Perhaps? Muddled like old macaroni sitting in the sun, an.. |
Rattle and TiltA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierRattle and Tilt “get well soon.” she said. Walking the street as if never tumbled, scanning the ground for stray pill bottles,.. |
Silver LiningA Book by Katie WanIt's an exciting book that will make you think about yourself and your own values. It's a story of a boy who becomes engulfed in the super hero lifest.. |
Sugarland DriveA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSugarland Drive Sun drenched in the dusty den of some perverted old man, I hit my knees but not to pray. Has it really come to this? Pe.. |
Reality or Imitation?A Poem by Annette Jay SweeneyIs it really so far from the truth? |
SoilA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSoil Screaming through the tears is most bothersome, willing and able to accept definitions, but no capacity for learning the differences in.. |
Cody and Zack: What a loveA Book by Kayla W.Cody is insantly attracted to new kid Zack. it seems as if Zack likes Cody too. the problem is, Zack ha a boyfriend... |
The new kidA Chapter by Kayla W.Cody and Zack meet in the lunch line. there is obviously an attraction between them, but Zack has a boyfriend. |
CurvesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierCurves There were so many curves to her body; clay and mud and straw. She danced at noon, and felt the pain in her back by midnight. .. |
MuzzleA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMuzzle It is not sleep that calms nerves in such a mad world, there is no magic on the sad side of morning. Or mourning. Placated by slo.. |