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A Chapter by Alex
“Of course this is happening in your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real.” -Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Dea..
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A Chapter by Alex
Just south of Birmingham, I stopped for the night. As I pulled in the drive, a neon blue vacancy sign stood out bright, even against the blinding int..
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A Poem by Alex
Ouch! A sucker-punch to the muscle in my chest.And just like that, another one bites the dust.He found his way into another’s arms,Just like the..
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A Story by Alex
I sat at a picnic table, under the shade of some grand Oak tree. She looked weary, but stout. “I’ve
bet you’ve seen a great many t..
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A Poem by Alex
3A.M.: The Witching Hour, so it’s called.And so it is for me, the Which-ing hour.Which one, so many choices to be made.Another smoke?Another dri..
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A Poem by Alex
Anxiousness comes in wavesCrashing on the shores of my bloodstreamRipping apart every nerve,Till each tendon stands stiff and on edge(I’m in no ..
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A Poem by Alex
Anger sprouts from within me,A vindictive vine twisting it’s way up through the marrow of my bones,Pollinating my blood, infecting my spirit.I c..
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A Poem by Alex
Sometimes I wonder why it is that my pen can only find the page on rainy afternoons,Where everything is grey and hazy and time slows down, If only for..
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