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Ch. 4A Chapter by StarrShe had collapsed in her bed with only enough energy to take off her vest, shirt, shorts and one boot. She woke up the next morning twisted in blanket.. |
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Ch. 5A Chapter by StarrLatters was pacing back and forth in her room, as he had been the entire time she recounted the horrific story to him. He stopped in front of her bed,.. |
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Ch. 7A Chapter by StarrHer mind felt compressed and angry, and she couldn’t quite unravel it enough to figure out all of her emotions and the roots of them. Work was p.. |
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Ch. 6A Chapter by StarrShe awoke in a haze, with some strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Ignoring it best she could, she got ready, pleased to find her Poe book stil.. |
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Broken BarbieA Poem by MsJewel~ interesting people walk Hollywood Boulevard, meet Barbie ~ |
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The Fee!A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldOne must always pay those on their knees! |
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The HarlotA Story by Paul PisacaneMy head lies gently on her lap as I sob another moment away. Misery has reaped through my cortex again and this time I can’t control it. I tak.. |
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It was 11pm When she CalledA Story by RachelOne night from one story. |
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UlyssesA Book by Mechanical PoetFive years of abuse finds Dieter used to it, working the streets to pay his way through university. It's not like he expects Mr. Hot TA to save him an.. |
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Laptop JudoA Story by Brad MacDonaldPuff's night out in Shibuya. |
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MaintainingA Chapter by AMMD |
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Ribbon haired childA Poem by LexiThe struggles of a young girl barely 7 that gets abused in the result of a divorce. Her childhood was ripped away and she became victim to the twisted.. |
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SmokeA Poem by E. A. LideYour breath is smoke in the wind. Smoke comes from fire, there's a fire within your chest. Burning, slowly churning, charring, smoking like ham.. |
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...that's her somber untold storyA Poem by Frieda P~inspired by the music~ |
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Someone SpecialA Poem by fatkat boneheadWorldly rant, written from the view of a prostitute starting her period on a client's bed. |
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If You Can Make It 'Till Morning, We'll Find A Way..A Poem by AuthoressA bit of a wordy title, but it's a line I had to cut. |
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