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Chapter 1
A Chapter by
Banished
I gazed around the empty building as I tried to ignore he drum in my chest beating a million miles a second. I could literally hear my heart thr..
Chapter 2
A Chapter by
Banished
When I walked through the front door later that evening, an unfamiliar yet welcoming scent stopped me dead in my tracks. My stomach moaned in ag..
Chapter 3
A Chapter by
Banished
I tightly sealed a frozen slice from last night's dinner away in to a plastic baggy. Besides, Caroline was not yet awake to tell me what I co..
Chapter 4
A Chapter by
Banished
The floor was damp, and squeaked beneath my feet as I carefully made my way up the three large steps of the automobile. As soon as I reache..
Chapter 5
A Chapter by
Banished
Students swarmed passed me in every direction possible to travel. Like hundreds of ants in an underground labyrinth, every single individual s..
The Art of Burning Fairies
A Story by
Banished
I stepped out onto the stone patio allowing the crisp autumn wind to stroke its icy fingers through my hair. The air was cool, and car..
Is it a Dream?
A Poem by
Banished
Is it a dream When the sky turns to black From the back of my trembling Eyes. And the quivering lights Smile brightly above Golden teeth that ca..
Significance of the Insignificant
A Story by
Banished
I lay on my back, my face soaking in the warmth of the deep purple sun. I watch as a bird flies above me, swooping and diving in strange choreograp..
The Writer is Dead
A Poem by
Banished
Black walls painted white Blinking eyes, kill the night Another day Another sheet Another foe to defeat In a book of dumb words With no plot or ..
Silence
A Poem by
Banished
Would it be fair to tell you to sing When your soft, fleshy lips are sewed shut? To snort in your face From absence of sound That failed to protru..
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