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Lightning Strikes in an Endless StormA Chapter by Shelly SChapter 2 |
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Blurred EcstasyA Chapter by Shelly SChapter 3 |
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Public Displays of SubmissionA Book by Shelly STo fulfill a debt, a brash and unsuspecting woman plays a game of bondage in the park after dark. |
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The Baker of Warley CopseA Poem by David Lewis PagetOn a twisting, winding, rutted track That weaved from under the pines, A figure came in a burlap sack Where the crossroad intertwines.. |
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Broke into a StormA Poem by kera moondustI didn't cry, the iris's of my eyes simply broke into a storm. |
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The RopeA Poem by Chaz HemsworthA poem that doesn't need too much explanation/ |
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Hangman's NooseA Story by GeraldFIngBurkeAn executioner laments the loss of a local rope maker. |
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The Devil's Drop InnA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe Inn he kept at the crossroads shone A lantern, out on the street, The only sign it was still alive To the few its doors would gre.. |
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The BottomA Poem by J. LandSometimes it's hard to see past the darkness. |
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What heights may I reachA Poem by KimAn poem I found among my old notes It's about the will to be yourself in a society who kinda shuns it |
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We The FyshermenA Poem by WalczakA poem about friendship. |
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ShadeA Poem by Robert RonnowYour past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c.. |
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Dead Man's EyesA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe was hanging in line with the elder trees From an oak that had broken the line, That’s why they probably missed him, he Became.. |
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Round OneA Story by ScandalousI haven't written in a while, I'm a little rusty. |
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The Puppet MasterA Story by BroodingOneShe was giving up total control to the man who had already taken her heart. |
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The Widow CropeA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe cooked the final meals at the gaol, Collected the hangman’s clothes, For he inherited everything Of the hanged man, heaven.. |
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If only I had knownA Story by potatoHe turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw a set of pale feet, hanging just above the door frame. Instantly, he knew. H.. |
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Rope, razor or pill?A Poem by TamikaRope, razor or pill? What will have these demons killed? Sad is all I feel. |
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