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Babysitting

Babysitting

A Poem by Alexa Tasch


lol i would love to actually do this but i don't babysit anymore
June 28

June 28

A Chapter by Calypso


June 28 Janna woke me up this morning. She told me that I had overslept and that the other girls had already dressed. According to her I had..
The Images Of Death

The Images Of Death

A Poem by luke312


The things i never wish to see again but can never forget
she spends too much time with small children

she spends too much time with small children

A Poem by freelancejouster


a fountain for a nose and a geyser for a mouth, a river of slime running downher throat, sweat-encrusted blankets, greasy hair, aching,..
I'm Not Dead Yet

I'm Not Dead Yet

A Story by lrigD


I'm not dead yet - I can handle conversations.
bedside manner

bedside manner

A Poem by freelancejouster


stooped back, knobby knees, liver spot-plagued skin. whispy white hair and outstretched, crooked fingers, a smile of seven teeth. ..
Monday, October 15th. 4:45 am.

Monday, October 15th. 4:45 am.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


Dustin doesn't know...
Monday, October 15th. 4:15 pm.

Monday, October 15th. 4:15 pm.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


Routine police work...
Monday, October 15th. 10:00 am.

Monday, October 15th. 10:00 am.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


Finley's in for a punchline.
Monday, October 15th. 3:00 pm.

Monday, October 15th. 3:00 pm.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


What Potts wants...
Monday, October 15th. 3:50 pm.

Monday, October 15th. 3:50 pm.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


Pay attention...
Monday, October 15th. 5:02 pm.

Monday, October 15th. 5:02 pm.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


There's something dangerous...
Monday, October 15th. 5:23 pm.

Monday, October 15th. 5:23 pm.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


Heads or tails...
Monday, October 15th. 6:36 pm.

Monday, October 15th. 6:36 pm.

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


No serial killer for Mr. Potts
But Ye Ol' Broken Clock

But Ye Ol' Broken Clock

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Will there be tomorrow, Whether it be sorrow, With anger, famine and floods? But ye ol' broken clock, Sound of silence, not tick nor tock, Echo the cr..
Sick

Sick

A Poem by Ian Faraway


Check out and review part of my book Mystic In The Mist!
Morbid Hushabye

Morbid Hushabye

A Poem by Denise Deas


I don't know where it came from...I think I was reading "The Cutter's Lullaby" And then this showed up.