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MY story
A Story by
gavinmichaels
This is MY story, written in the hand of another man, on the borrowed prose of one more suited for spinning yarns and painting pictures. It is MY stor..
worth hearing
A Poem by
gavinmichaels
AHHHHH MAKE IT STOP!!!! images thoughts whirling and swirling Crashing together clashing together Opaque realities contradicting real life Colo..
Imagination....life
A Story by
gavinmichaels
Not truly fiction. I've recently been in this position, but not entirely accurate.
Shape of you
A Poem by
gavinmichaels
Shape of you.... I have missed you your whole life You may not have known There was a hole It was the shape of you The time c..
Just You.....
A Poem by
gavinmichaels
Just you..... I just want to get to know you Spend some time in a quiet place No distraction no dysfunction Just you... Thi..
Acta chapter 1
A Chapter by
gavinmichaels
A call to arms When the blood of elf and giant combine A war to wage From our parents past sin Four heroes to come When the feared path is shown ..
Chapter 2
A Chapter by
gavinmichaels
Chapter 2 The rat tat tat of rain on the roof of the tent greeted Shiran as she came to consciousness. Opening her eyes slowly she took in her surr..
a call to arms
A Book by
gavinmichaels
A call to arms When the blood of elf and giant combine A war to wage From our parents past sin Four heroes to come When the feared path is shown ..
chapter 1
A Chapter by
gavinmichaels
The cool breeze made the grass dance joyfully in the sunlit meadow. Liza tipped her head back relishing the warmth of the sun on her face. The bre..
chapter 2
A Chapter by
gavinmichaels
He had been hunting before he came to the clearing. He now stood transfixed, the figurative deer in the headlights, and though it had been ages si..
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