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I've Got A GunA Poem by SoulCrusader (Yas)Come on now hit me in the head Hit me in the face Or just keep hitting me where it hurts Come on now keep on going until I’m dead .. |
My Final FarewellA Poem by SoulCrusader (Yas)Well now this is it, this is my final farewell I have nothing left to give or to take Come midnight today, shots will be fired point-blank .. |
The ButcherA Poem by GregoryWhen you look at me, I’m scared of what you will say. Your eyes are portals into the darkness of your mind, which is concocting an emotional out.. |
High TensionA Story by RasputinA tightly-wound ex-con tries to get an honest job. |
The Gun HolsterA Book by Henrique Kasai1st chapter from my 1st still ongoing project. =D |
1st chapter: StagnateA Chapter by Henrique KasaiThe same ceiling the same bed the same feeling, just another day of boredom in this life of boredom. In the middle of my usual morning routine I&rsquo.. |
2nd chapter: SchoolA Chapter by Henrique KasaiSchool was without a doubt a nice place, my friends were nice, the ambient was comfortable, the classes were easy and biology was the best to sleep, t.. |
3rd chapter: TailingA Chapter by Henrique KasaiAs she walked out the school doors I was hiding behind a pillar big enough for one only, a black luxury car stopped and she entered it -of course you .. |
The PassoverA Story by SolomonHe stood above his prized white-tail deer duct-taped to the table in the shed, with a cig burning out the corner of his mouth, behind our house on Duc.. |
PrologueA Chapter by Fernando91The big case begins. Say hello to K.R Manns. |
This Broken TownA Poem by Rachel Diana MoteJust how I feel right now and how I've felt all my life. Tell me what anyone thinks if you'd read this |
I Remember Everything, Dear RyanA Poem by EternityWolf101I wanted to write a poem about a man standing over a grave of his dead lover, so here we go... |
Blood Stained Teddy BearA Poem by VinEvery night her Daddy would tuck her into bed, stroke her soft curls on her little blonde head. He'd stay til she slept, she was safe with him the.. |
gripping deathA Poem by durzothornim full of anger and sorrow its just words |
Blank GunA Poem by Alexander EmbersonBlank Gun I don’t think people realize the turmoil within; the ripping and tearing of what can and can’t be done. Do guns fire ev.. |
Chapter Six: Back to the officeA Chapter by Fernando91Manns needs to make sense of all he has learned...will he be able to do it in time? |