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Part SixA Chapter by Seth Armstrong |
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Part SevenA Chapter by Seth Armstrong |
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Part EightA Chapter by Seth Armstrong |
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I Couldn't SayA Poem by RoseJust a short little poem while I continue to work on my stories! |
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OTHER PATHS TO GRACEA Story by Willys WatsonOTHER PATHS TO GRACEWhen he noticed a police patrol car turning onto the street where Chuck was walking he quickly slipped into a narrow alley between.. |
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Reproach of the First PersonA Poem by AlexagonWe love on borrowed time.But you give me those eyes,Pomegranate-seed cheeks,and I forget all about it.Bolt of love cast across our skies,Striking whit.. |
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Her sinsA Poem by Pale MoonGudako as she travels to failed eras, erasing it all. Millions of lives lost to save her own world. Everyday, her mind and body were breaking to pieve.. |
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Who I Am To YouA Story by R J FullerWe never know the ramifications of what we do, do we? |
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Medical MysteryA Poem by ZBwolfThe italics represent different voices/perspectives looking at the girl who is ill. The normal text is my own voice. |
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Sit StillA Poem by ZBwolfA half eaten plate,loading up the the black plastic with arrogant privilege,Shoveling pie,laughing at the hunger rumbling in the alleyways,Spitting on.. |
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Naked TruthA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellPhilosophy boldly wears a frock of woven logic while poetry stands tall in a shroud made from pure emotion. The thinkers stand under cold stone arches.. |
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Shadow GirlA Poem by LeslieNoelThis is writing focusing on a part of PTSD that I have struggled with since childhood. |
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unrefined ramblingA Poem by dyangaand when hot tears mix withlukewarm water who's to say thatcrying doesn't truly cleanse thesoulso many fears of what i can't sayand what i'll never be.. |
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IcyA Poem by Swarnim ChettriWintering through life |
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BloomingA Poem by Swarnim ChettriThose are withered sprays that were my flowers. |
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a part of meA Poem by navawhat could a better me do? what could i be if i was motivated? |
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1A Chapter by Zoe22Hot, bright sun pierced through a crack in the blind, creating a strip of golden light in the darkness. If nothing else, I knew it was morning. For no.. |
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2A Chapter by Zoe22I dressed hurriedly in yesterday’s shorts and his old white t-shirt. I didn’t really know what to do but I knew I couldn’t stay here.. |
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DIANA’S EVEA Story by Peter RogersonOne of the most essential of nature's instincts has become a source of guilt and shame. |
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