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A Poem by A.J.
There’s an old spring that ebbs just out of sight of my home-A walk down the valley of thorns and you’ll find it carving its name out of s..
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A Story by A.J.
She stopped just outside the
doorway to take a cautious sip of her steaming coffee, her other hand cupped
below the tilt to cradle the leftovers. H..
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A Story by A.J.
The spirits had scaled the riverbank unnoticed, over the early morning hours, and crept into the corn field towards the cemetery with thick smoky tend..
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A Poem by A.J.
A
once-guarded temple now tastes of decay
A guiding
light of hope once before- now broken,
crumbling ‘neath the ruin of once hallowed
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A Chapter by A.J.
The café in which he sat was
nothing of note. It was not as clean as desired, the environment was loud, and
the food didn’t rate well e..
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A Chapter by A.J.
They sat around for a few more
beers, plotting their night before stepping out and making a left towards
downtown. Vance and Eddie immediately lit ..
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A Poem by A.J.
She was
dancing, beneath the tree
As I shook
the snow loose from its arms
And it
looked just like a scene from a crystal ball
Her..
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A Story by A.J.
Rough, rough draft.
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A Story by A.J.
He stood there on the
porch in the early morning, watching the fog stretch down from the heavens to choke
the cool air for as far as he could see...
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