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The painterA Poem by ALUGuilt untreated can change the artist's ability |
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Heart AttackA Poem by MeganI guess my heart needs more than a good lay and a friendly smile from the passersby on the sidewalk. Because love is not just an overflowing water.. |
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PaintedA Poem by JackieLaRipperPaint on a smile,using a dab of pink and red.Be meticulous and make it perfect,to make it look like you're not dead.Use a shade of green on your vacan.. |
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The Red RoseA Poem by AnnaA rose between her slender fingers lay,crimson sparkled across the winter petals warm as day.Oh, however delicate be a rose, it could not compare,not .. |
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The 100 Year Paint JobA Story by Roseread to find out! reviews are needed! thanks! hate is acceptable, it's just constructive criticism. thanks again! |
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Alone Artist: P1A Story by crazyhatesA young artist working for an atelier working for several clients, none of which would be considered 'normal'. |
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CanvasA Poem by VigkrishWe all have stood in front of a canvas, be it a proper canvas, or a piece of drawing paper. We all have wondered or pondered, what to draw? What shall.. |
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UnfinishedA Poem by Blank_fortunesWritten for another great contest well thought out contest I appreciate the challenge. |
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Microstory 119: Hugh NormansonA Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Bellevue Profile microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 101. More to follow. |
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Chapter 6A Chapter by Jeremy HilesThe plot thickens with Sherlock's discovery in the shed. |
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Harley QuinnA Poem by AcromantulaJust a poem |
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Microstory 146: Arthur LayshenA Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Bellevue Profile microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 101. More to follow. |
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Shadow BloomerA Poem by AnnaThey all seem to think it's such a sweet secret,what a mystery the one is, who holds my blacker heart of coal.But they all have read too many of fairy.. |
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PetallessA Poem by AnnaI rinse my hair with shots of whiskey,I bathe in black smoke and blood wine.Skin against the air like ice in the sea,emptied aged bottles and aches of.. |
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ColorsA Poem by RMRTick Tock,Like the hands of the clock, these seconds chase my faithShave the sketches.Constantly create ; the Future, the Self, the World you live in... |
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