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The Stars are MineA Poem by ChristineMm, yeah. A quick poem. Not sure what type it is. Tried to ghostwrite sylvia plath, but then it morphed into my style |
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Tumbling DownA Book by Sarah LynnA fictional teen drama loosely based on a true story. Names, Places, and Situations have been changed to protect the guilty. All lyrics belong t.. |
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Last StationA Story by CourtneyShe laughed at the irony, wondering if she wasn't in a movie. |
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2A Chapter by Kasey Klein2ELDER WOULDN’Tlet go, and I was like a dog with an old sock. Before the week was out, we had a meeting, t.. |
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Living DeathA Chapter by Aaron ShivelyRotyo was both dead and alive. It's an interesting predicament. |
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LuminousA Chapter by Aaron ShivelyJeiveive's world is different, yet so very similar to our own. (A continuation of a series I'm probably calling 'A God's Guardian', which starts with .. |
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ImminutionA Chapter by Aaron Shively... This is just too weird to describe. It is the continuation of my short story miniseries 'epic sci fi/fantasy' attempt which just evolved into a mu.. |
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Under the rugA Story by Neas Nihilexploring |
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OneA Chapter by Belator BooksMolly Callahan and her grandfather set out on the long and dangerous journey to America, but first they say goodbye to Ireland. |
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The Death of the WordA Poem by MayaIt cannot be undone, it cannot resuscitate, it died intestate, after a wordless agony. It consumed itself... words burn words and the ashes were ca.. |
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Meaning for What?A Story by SamWhat are the questions we seek, answers we find, meaning for anything? |
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Greenapple MorningsA Poem by ChristineJust a little thing I wrote |
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Waiting For SignalsA Poem by Mike DaviesSing it to me, that song in the veinspoured from your lipsacross the circuit of timeSing it to me, that sweet octave so pureexciting the Earthto move .. |
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Your SongA Poem by Mike DaviesI have come here to salute youTo honour and revere youTo applaud you until my palms burn soreTo walk fully in the wisdom you have givenYou are immacul.. |
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The Language of FireA Poem by Mike DaviesAs this day ends and before I sleepI will go to the fireI have burning in the other roomAnd switch off the lightI crouch down before itThe heat seems .. |
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