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To Mom....
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What better way is there to die than with a belly full of pills?
They numb, and from the moment they're conceived,
they shift the focus from t..
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This is my first piece in over a year. Even I don't know its meaning. I just started to write. Randomly.
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As he began the night covered only by the shallowest veils of sleep, Charles Vauldermare was still able to hear droned, muffled versions of the anchor..
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The cold wind swirls anxiously in the air,
bathing the faces of two still-born lovers with icy,
delectable palpitations;
they remind one another o..
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"So. Did you ever get around to doing your Christmas shopping?"
Half sure he knew what her question was going to be before she'd finis..
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Back in Oakridge, his better half was far less hopeful about the new situation concerning her husband; actually, as far as Connie Vauldermare was conc..
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Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv…vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv….
Once he'd pulled out of his driveway, he'd made it a point not to think abo..
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"I can't do this with you anymore"
The words she spoke froze
mechanically
in the air,
deathly still like a
blistering
winter's bre..
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"I'm going to the store," he yelled up the stairwell. He listened to his voice echo up to the second floor, and after a brief pause and a re..
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