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Vicious DawnA Book by ashesonfireSamuel, a former bass guitarist, recently lost his wife.Coming out of retirement, he decided to go on tour again with his band, trying to cope with hi.. |
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Vicious Dawn: PrologueA Chapter by ashesonfireSamuel is forced by his sons to cope with his wife's death |
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Vicious Dawn: Chapter OneA Chapter by ashesonfireSamuel performs his first gig in five years, and gets roped into another ordeal, that thrills him more than anything. |
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Vicious Dawn: Chapter TwoA Chapter by ashesonfireSamuel has a very insightful conversation with slade |
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Looking for your heartA Poem by Fernando DardónHope is the last thing that dies... |
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InspirationA Poem by Fernando DardónDedicated to inspiration itself, which without it I wouldn't be a writer. Enjoy this song, as much as I enjoyed playing it :) |
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Vicious Dawn: Chapter ThreeA Chapter by ashesonfireSamuel has a run in with the young, hot, talented guitarist from Vicious Dawn. |
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Zach's BreakthroughA Story by Debby PillitteriA short story about a young man who goes through an uplifting headway. |
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Looking To The Stars (Your eyes)A Poem by Fernando DardónA song I composed when I was at the breakpoint of a relationship |
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Cruel LoveA Poem by L4rn13"I wish your body was not so warm to me.... Just so you know.... And all it was was something beautiful... When tragic dreams seem so tall..." |
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The White RoomA Poem by mackenzi_drewIn the white room With the large windows I play a tune To the strangers And the vines Ive found myself in rhythm Been here a few times I find.. |
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Shred My Face Off BroA Story by John E. O'BrienDale's mom has been abducted by an insane man who knows the red painted electric guitar that Dale's had his eye on at the local music store. |
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dreamingA Poem by Smit Kotharimy first composition.singers(with english accent), guitarist, keyboard player, video editor required.here goes few lines of my compo:music is lifemy l.. |
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Gypsy soul surrender....A Poem by Frieda Ptraced your nuance upon my breast tenderness upon my lips, serenaded me with your sweet guitar my restless gypsy soul surrendered, breath heavy at t.. |
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All The TimeA Poem by mayleeeveI've been working on putting this together with the guitar, sorta coming along I guess, but the lyrics mean a lot to me. |
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An ArpeggioA Poem by FrecklewoodAn arpeggio of wayward notes Plucked by fingers of clay Chromatic chords of bleeding thought Melt atonal black to grey A lonely scal.. |
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