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Yellow like her sunshine hair We called him yellow, all because he would not jump, not off a bridge or a cliff, but out of the tree, the old on..

Painted on either side I am blue and black filled with a hint of lonliness and distain I am yellow and green scared of what I might find in the..

a tragic tale of trying to make the right decisions and living with the consequences of them.

Talk of broken pains look at her, wavy hair flowing down, covered in red marks, tally the cuts from her attack. The world in which we live, th..

a strictly fictional work

Staring The glazed over look, the green slimy skin, it backed to a nook, where I stared at it thin. Blood shot it gave roar, and I stood there..

I saw the bride of Frankenstein and thought I would write my own version.

a sharp object feared by most normal people

Your beautiful baby it With a stroke of luck, after many painful nights of labor, we give you a baby, what it is cannot be told, between the ta..

The classical midnight It is about 11:58 now, almost the stroke of midnight, that famous toll of the clock, high hanging in the town square, I ..