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A Poem by Sam
Eyes endure the sights and views,Shores, vistas, skies and mounts.The nose bouquets the saccharine perfumes,Palate savours the sweetest zest,Tastes th..
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A Story by Sam
A man leads FBI agents into a swamp where he buried a body.
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A Poem by Sam
que belle
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A Story by Sam
The early months of winter had come and gone. January and February were forever ago. December was a distant memory. By now the world was well into Mar..
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A Story by Sam
A confession.
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A Poem by Sam
One for the season.
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A Poem by Sam
Cold is the heartTo understand.To breath the fire.LighterIs the man,Is his art.Laud not the liar,Stoke truth, notPyre.Ember of coalsBe righteous heart..
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A Story by Sam
Lucy stirred, shooting upright to the drum of her own heart beating; on the peal of thunder. She sat wide awake, recovering from what could only have ..
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A Story by Sam
Two people die, one of them at the wake for the other, and thankfully none of them are Frank Wicker.
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A Story by Sam
A spy is chased through the market, before stumbling onto something deadly.
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