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UntitledA Book by TheNightStalkerSomething I started years ago and just decided to revisit recently, any feedback would be appreciated |
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IntroA Chapter by TheNightStalkerThe introduction |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by TheNightStalkerChapter #1 - 1933 It was just like any other day. Sitting at the front desk and processing the loans and returns that came through... |
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Chapter 2A Chapter by TheNightStalkerChapter #2 - June 6th, 1933 As the night began I had a million different things on my mind. I spent hours working on my appearance al.. |
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Chapter 3A Chapter by TheNightStalkerChapter #3 - 2005 “Hey Grandpa” I heard a faint voice calling from the next room. “Are you okay?” the voice c.. |
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Chapter 4A Chapter by TheNightStalkerChapter #4 - December 13th, 1933 After arriving in Berlin we checked straight into our hotel. Hand in hand with her head resting on.. |
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Chapter 5A Chapter by TheNightStalkerChapter 5 - 2005 After everyone had left I proceeded back upstairs and retreated to the comfort of my chair on the upstairs balcony.. |
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Chapter 6A Chapter by TheNightStalkerChapter #6 - 1934 As we arrived in Nuremberg, we were greeted by Micah and his parents. They had moved here earlier in the year aft.. |
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Chapter 7A Chapter by TheNightStalkerChapter #7 - The Nuremberg Rally Stepping out of a Mercedes and into a crowd of identically dressed men. Identically dressed men fill.. |
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BubblesA Poem by Tony JordanLuv my wee bubbles... |
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In My DreamsA Poem by Gypsy DreamerReminiscing about an old flame. |
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The Passage of TimeA Poem by BasmaWe always hear things happen,for a reason,but is that reason always known?Sometimes we think whats done is done,there's no turning backfor we haven't .. |
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UnguardedA Poem by Gianna JacksonThis poem was created from a blend of details from past love interests and some embellished imagery that I wanted to use to keep the theme of elements.. |
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Who I AmA Poem by Karen ArizonaA poem about growing old and seeing ones reflection clearer than ever |
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1/27/2020A Poem by Andre PetersonIt was cold over the harbour. I've never once shivered this hard since Brussels. Yet the snow had only just began to fall. I stood there watching t.. |
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Loose ScrewA Poem by philapotamusIn my head it flows nicely, almost lyrical, but again I'm just experimenting so apologies if it reads somewhat clumsy. |
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Self ReflectionsA Poem by Michael R. BurchSELF REFLECTIONSThese are poems about mirrors, images, self-image, reflections and self-reflection. How do we see ourselves differently than other peo.. |
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