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There Ain't No Devil.A Poem by Bradford S. PerryI think the best of the three "I was drunk" things I did. |
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Chapter 25A Chapter by My Name is Brenda and I'm..Chapter Twenty-Five Jacoby and the new Assistant U.S. Attorney were in the middle of a heated discussion. “How can you expect me to release her? We found her standing over a dead body w.. |
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Chapter 26A Chapter by My Name is Brenda and I'm..Chapter Twenty-Six When Harold pulled into the driveway his son Pete was in the front yard playing with Arlo. The dog immediately left Pete and ran over to the car. He ignored Harold and snif.. |
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IdolizeA Poem by Rea KosukeJust a lil' poem I wrote 'bout a year or two ago. It's not too too healthy, I surmise, but it's sorta how I felt at the time. |
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A Million Yesterday'sA Poem by Choosing LifeI'll be glad when yesterday ends... Seems like it been following me into today all my life As if it was the wings attached to my back Making it impossible for me to fly Or at least much .. |
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Alone - A Concieted PoemA Poem by Marquisejust being goofy, tryna write something sarcastic.. lol |
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Chapter SeventeenA Chapter by MistyJRoseThe altar, hand-carved with a caramel-colored pentagram etched in the middle, stood ominous against the candlelight; its glossy finish gleaming. A knife was placed upon its smooth, delicate surface,.. |
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Chapter EighteenA Chapter by MistyJRoseBeatrice stood at the altar, looking out at the small crowd of people. She smiled, taking a deep breath. “Welcome. It has been a long time, since I have held one of these ceremonies,” .. |
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Chapter NineteenA Chapter by MistyJRoseLighting flashed over head, as Beatrice was ready to end it all. She held the knife over her head, chanting. She could feel the power pulsating like a heartbeat throughout her body. She shivered in .. |
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Defining momentsA Chapter by DarksideofmanChapter one; Defining Moments A small needle of light penetrated the blinds of the darkened room, and slowly, like some serpent, it slithered its way across the bedroom floor, over dirty laundry.. |
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Chapter TwentyA Chapter by MistyJRoseEmily stared at her mother-in-law, searching for the right words. Beatrice had long since brought the knife to her side. The two women stared blankly at each other. Out of the corner of her eye,.. |
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Chapter Twenty-OneA Chapter by MistyJRoseBilly and Nathan found a way towards the front, without being noticed by those who would know them. The chanting had started again, and they needed that as the distraction. As they were passing by, .. |
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Chapter Twenty-twoA Chapter by MistyJRoseRichard spotted Billy standing off to the left. He scanned the area, but couldn’t find Nathan, but suspected that Billy wasn’t here for the ceremony. Doing what he was hired to do, he fo.. |
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Chasing NirvanaA Poem by Choosing LifeWisps of wind flow through Brooks of nirvana That land on sunny places In my soul And shadows wait on down the road And as the water runs Down into obscurity Pretty pictures Fade from light T.. |
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Chapter Twenty-threeA Chapter by MistyJRoseRobert put his hand around her throat, glaring down at the mother of his only child. He hadn’t lied about her being his first true love, but she refused to join him in the sacrifice. He felt t.. |
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EpilogueA Chapter by MistyJRoseEmily slammed the trunk on her Dodge Neon as the last of the suitcases were loaded. She looked back at the burnt down house, and felt a sense of closure. She was in deep thought when a familiar voic.. |
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Seven of SwordsA Story by C. TownsenTarot cards. |
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The Minds Eye Chapter TwoA Chapter by DarksideofmanChapter two; A mother’s love The blood still warm on his hands, Brian ducked into a small copse of trees to catch his breath and consider what had just happened. He could hear the sirens of.. |
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The Minds Eye Chapter ThreeA Chapter by DarksideofmanChapter Three; Case# 70274-2 (working title) The noise in the hall caused Detective Robert Burstow to pour four Excedrin from the small green bottle into his awaiting hand. With reckless abandon .. |
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Why?A Poem by MarquiseI still feel the air in my lungs, yet I cannot feel the summer's breeze upon my face I cannot smell the flowers nor the grass no matter how close to my nostrils My appetite is fierce, ye.. |
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