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Life begins. The tears are mine and the relief is theirsAt the end the tables turn.This I was satisfied believing.That nature is not rational; that it..
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A prompt piece based on the word: Oil
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A prompt piece based on the word: remembrance
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I've never questioned my place among the trees.Though their branches smothered me,And wide, greedy leaves drank rays meant for me,I called it shade.Si..
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A man- dead in a field- seeks enlightenment; the flower growing from his corpse achieves it.
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In the wake of a great personal tragedy, our protagonist- incapable of abstraction- struggles to understand the morals he's violated.
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An excerpt from from Frost: Primary Succession, Atom Bomb: Secondary Succession
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She was a coil.My eyebrows were shattered violin strings,furrowed.Trapping my eyes as they darted,scanning the room.It had been a bedroom, with blinds..
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A short homage to the style of HP Lovecraft
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A brain damaged gambler, unable to trust his own feelings or memory, searches for meaning outside the daily grind.
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