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Lyncoln (Lync) Pear : Writing

Literary Escape

Literary Escape

A Story by Lyncoln (Lync) Pear


The words have reached up and removed the weight on my shoulders, my heart, and I can breathe.
She is Me.

She is Me.

A Poem by Lyncoln (Lync) Pear


She was not a particularly put-together girl. She had short, chewed nails painted with chipped black polish.
Slow Death by Love

Slow Death by Love

A Story by Lyncoln (Lync) Pear


From the top of her bleached head to the bottom of her perfectly manicured toes, she had a burning desire that was ever present.
Why I Hate Flowers

Why I Hate Flowers

A Poem by Lyncoln (Lync) Pear


Flowers are synonymous with love, happiness, thoughtfulness. They are said to brighten any room. They are picked up after work “just because&rd..
Why I Hate the Smell After the Rain

Why I Hate the Smell After the Rain

A Poem by Lyncoln (Lync) Pear


The beginning of an experimental collection.