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The Village of CroneA Poem by David Lewis PagetI went for a walk in a farmer’s fieldThat once was a village street,The cobbles were buried under the weedsAnd scattering ears of wheat,I wonder.. |
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A Night Hike with a Dash of FrightA Story by Molly SanbornIt all started with a bison jam. This was a pretty ordinary event in Yellowstone National Park, a.k.a. my summer home. I was on my way to hike the i.. |
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A Dreadful SightA Poem by Raj SahuThis poems deals with adverse effects of nature. |
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Fighting the Good FightA Poem by ElyraluneA dimming light foreshadows the night, The pain once bright Now black. And the moon may rise quickly, But not fast en.. |
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There Coming To Get You BarbaraA Poem by Mario VitaleA look at the night of the living dead |
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Spooking a SpookA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey didn’t tell when we bought the placeOf the ghost in the attic room,They knew that they’d have to drop the priceIf the spook jumped ou.. |
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feigned innocenceA Book by anonymousha rainy day at home to ruby nothing is more enticing than her bed but what does she discover when she comes home from school |
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Chapter (27) CONQUER YOUR FEARSA Chapter by MAD ENGLISHMANCONQUER YOUR FEARS Darkness, like a blanket, surrounding, covering, suffocating Closing in, trapping, blocking your escape. Horro.. |
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Priests Vow Truth Will OutA Poem by bigfootprintI hope to learn just what was real |
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HorrorA Poem by Karissa A. KellyIt's not what you think. |
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DanglingA Poem by Andrew JohnThere is a site just here, yes, here. Somewhere. I hover, dangle, hang about, just here. You can hold a mouse, press it just here, o.. |
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EronelA Poem by Robert RonnowI’m busy as a bus.Ten hours on the telephone, research resources,school staff, counsel clients.Some sleep.Then invite Lorraine downtown, the lov.. |
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Two Hundred Eighty. Chapter 2A Story by ZycoptlTamara now a 280 foot tall Giant encounters opposition from some friends cause of her boyfriend Martin. So she decides to take matters into her own ha.. |
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