Xanthous Crow
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Dustbowl BluesA Story by Xanthous CrowThe sun loomed high in the sky. Of course it would; it was high noon on a particularly bright, brutally hot day in the middle of July. There was no c.. |
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The Final FrontierA Story by Xanthous CrowMan has always eked out an existence under the cosmos, amazed, awed, perplexed and even frightened by the mysteriousness surrounding the black exp.. |
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Moon and SunA Poem by Xanthous CrowThe sun and the moon,Locked in an eternal dance,Rising and falling. |
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MurderA Story by Xanthous CrowDiana's head was killing her, almost like a migraine headache but the pain was deeper... much worse. She tried to turn over and bury herself deeper i.. |
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I Am...A Story by Xanthous CrowMy name is Michael.I don't always know how I feel.Cancerous depression.Hard to struggle.At times everything seems so damn pointless.Energy wasted tryi.. |
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ReposeA Story by Xanthous CrowIt was a crisp and sere November and the sky was a constant cinereal shade, with long ragged clouds that menaced overhead. Despite the numerous predi.. |
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