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How many years must go by?How many pints of blood must we spill?Coupled with our sweat, our tearsWhen can we cast away these steel chainsAnd gags?Will..
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It had been months. It took him patience, hard work and hints of paranoia to pull it off but finally, the girl Ricardo liked finally said "yes". He l..
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I want to hack you to slippery, little piecesI'm at the end of my ropeMy ultimate desire? To leave you beyond hopeA worthless piece of human feces So ..
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"There is every possibility, granted the limited range of human perception, that things can be right next to us, living besides us, with us -- just o..
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A little fantasy/sci-fi story.
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Francis Beaker was a short, stocky man, likened to a smiling meatball on legs. He was amiable, gregarious and all-around loved by his friends, cohort..
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Darling, you are beautiful. Your boyfriend? Not so much.
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The skulls, they talk to meThey creak in the nightWhispering to each otherWhispering to meThey tell me thingsAnd other things talk to me, tooThe dead ..
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Athedil ascended up the steps of Car Avaham - the Shining Bastion - as his army slaughtered those who opposed him. The silver steps and streets and s..
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Inspired by a Mr. N. Gaiman.
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