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The DruidA Story by King of Red OnionsNobody is certain where Lyssa came from. She leaves no paper trails, she doesn’t seem to have any living family, and she never leaves friends. I.. |
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A letterA Poem by Willis WalkerJust a short little piece trying to avoid form whilst staying minimalistic. |
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Untitled.A Story by antidarknessWill mental illness destroy them and their love, or can they overcome it? |
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Acquired tasteA Poem by Shea DanielBe a happy girl, be a nice girl, Echoes in your head, making you never rest Be a modern girl.. |
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The PatriotA Story by Abishai100Narrated 'secret-account' of a dentist-turned-vigilante whose ideations of human race energy draws him to a spying Martian...and evolution. |
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Pay to killA Poem by GregWe will pay to kill,but not to save.We will give the bill,to who we kill.and let themdig theirown grave. |
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Antidarkness Poetry.A Poem by antidarknessRandom works of poetry by me. |
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Shiva/Ganges: The Alien DilutionsA Story by Abishai100Eastern heavens deities confer with a demonic alien (invader) seeking Earth isolationism self-exile but requiring a (special) capitalism-civilization .. |
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3 WordsA Story by Wade JerichoLanguage may be inappropriate for some audiences. Reader discretion is advised. Late at night, do you send that text? Do you dare? |
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End of the GoalA Book by Ghost_AuthorA world where their lived a beautiful kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a king and queen. Soon the queen got pregnant and had twins. Both twins grew u.. |
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You Don't KnowA Poem by Josheph L. DewsonNot everyone who is right is right |
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On DisplayA Poem by Daltin BydeedColorful, vibrant, spotted with yellows, greens, blues. A fanciful texture, a harmonic tone. Poised, neatly upon the shelves of the public museum. Em.. |
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PushA Poem by Daltin BydeedWithin iron halls stalk shadows.Born in darkness, raised in war, living in lies,Hate, confusion, fear is all he knows.Peace a ruse and passing,Joy a l.. |
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Soliloquy For/Of the ForgottenA Poem by Daltin BydeedWe are the lonely ones, The wolves who howl to that pallid sphere. We are the quiet ones, Lost among the rampant crowd. Touching no one, Touched by no.. |
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ChainmailA Poem by Daltin BydeedThis poem is meant to be viewed as a picture, to simulate chain mail. To view it, see: http://daltinbydeed.deviantart.com/art/Chainmail-518181959 |
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