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Magically Improper
A Book by
Samantha Evans
Preface
A Chapter by
Samantha Evans
Her life seemed so out of balance. The things she thought that were real weren't and the things she wanted to deny haunted her. The shadows in the d..
Beyond the Graveyard
A Story by
Samantha Evans
I was all alone. The sky seemed draker than before. The wind had become slightly colder. I was walking, my coat wrapped around me snugly. I had my..
Lockout (part 2)
A Story by
Samantha Evans
I thought I was supposed to die. Not that anyone would care. But I thought I was supposed to fade away. "Phil?" someone asked with ..
Lockout
A Story by
Samantha Evans
There was an awful silence. Not the awkward silence, not the one of kids studying but the one of fright. Today was the day of the “Lockout&rdquo..
True love: The hurt of death.
A Poem by
Samantha Evans
Why do people have to loose things to find out what they really mean? When you are in love, And you get hurt, It's like a cut... That will heal bu..
Love is Sweet
A Poem by
Samantha Evans
If love is beauty. And love is blind? Then it’s out of sight. And out of mind. Then how can you be with me still? Like humming bird and d..
Silent Calls
A Poem by
Samantha Evans
Your hand upon my freezing skin. The slightest touch of warmth. The dashing love beyond those beautiful eyes. Dancing upon me like the candle light..
Uncertainty
A Poem by
Samantha Evans
When I first met you . . . The blissful touch of your increasingly warm hands. The touch of awkwardness, the bad electricity. Why didn't I stop? W..
Oblivion
A Poem by
Samantha Evans
Come her with me Waste away with me I don't want it to be... I'm over my head. I just want to be dead. I just want it to be over. Was this reall..
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