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The CrowsA Story by LadyRosalineThe dead grasslands of Dethecia rolled in golden waves and crashed against the dark horizon. Here, life had become all but a long lost memory.Jeremiah.. |
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Of Time and DawnA Story by Quinn B.A short story depicting a man on the field of the fallen, attempting to escape the ceaseless call of the otherworldly. |
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Dark StormA Poem by John HolmesFor what is love? |
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Raven MockersA Poem by Vria P Crow"Mockers of mortal superstitions..." |
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Crops and CrowsA Story by MrRobatoA story about the world we live in and the scary things in it. |
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Crows and coffin nailsA Poem by TedThe crows in my head often seek a good psychotherapist They often b***h about the weather The earth too high The sky too low And the rain and heavy sn.. |
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Leaving The DarknessA Story by DarkRainbowPieI wrote this piece for the John West fantasy competition. The theme was 'A Wild Adventure'.. it might not be very 'wild', but I tried! I hope you enjo.. |
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A Murder of CrowsA Poem by RuthCalderMurphyA Murder of CrowsMy breath does the dance of death on frosty air,cools like the corpse of Summer thereand drifts, melancholy,to nothing.A murder of cr.. |
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Prologue & IntroductionA Chapter by Ziggy Jagger SpiderFromMa..This is the prologue and introduction basically letting you into Runo's world. |
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Animal LoverA Poem by zainulThe youth displayed his gracious mind to the animals |
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Ravens' WingsA Poem by Bright Ocean StarA Friend-Inspired Poem |
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The trick-or-treaters.A Poem by aluminaraThe trick-or-treaters. I find the trick-or-treaters are a very interesting exercise; standing before them, having one of these little b******s.. |
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InjuryA Poem by Robert RonnowMy face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful, thecomplications of ageing humorously but not exactly how to avoidinjury.Permanent injury is.. |
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Undersky Sleeping, HousekeepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith a sitting rock,an oak. In backyards, shagbark hickory and maple.Ants climb the rock.August, birdscelebrate floweringweeds, the se.. |
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We Like TreesA Poem by Robert RonnowWe like trees.Rocks. Crows.Trees are good.Shade. Food. Wood.If they leave,we'll leave, too.Snow. How comesome there, none here.Sun can killor be fun.G.. |
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Two Hawks AloftA Poem by Robert RonnowTwo hawks aloftcrows anxious banding togetherCarol Ott comes over to my house, likes the warm weather, Novembera California Christmas and maybe specie.. |
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