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His Beloved WifeA Story by Fallacy PharmacyI felt inspired after reading a true story about a man keeping his love interest body after she died-this is a third time as I have re-written this. I.. |
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One, Two, Three, Four-Murderous ThoughtsA Poem by Fallacy PharmacyGore, gore, gore-galore! |
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WrestingA Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt Sha..Gooey, grimy, goopy, grossness is gathering generously near to shore. People panicking at its closeness; an extent that’s never bee.. |
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Homeless guy taking a poop songA Poem by HorrorMasterA comedy song about a homeless guy is taking a poop outside at the backyard of the liquor store while people watching him. |
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Maggots Of Decay (Barf)A Poem by J. R.I wanted to write something gross, so here it is. |
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A Strange Way to SatisfyA Story by goobyplsi dont know. suuper short.. i am bored. accualy is dolan tho. |
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Dear van Pelt ChildrenA Poem by freelancejousterHey, Lucywhat are you waiting for,your blue dress has fadedfar too long agoto play keep-awayfootballwith smallbumble bee-colored children.Hey, Linusyo.. |
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She's The SicknessA Poem by S. Michael Longmeth-mouth rotten tooth shaved with a rusty bladebitter blood decay grinding bone grafted by tainted spade.crimson candy taste of death, swallowed sha.. |
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Hush Little SisterA Poem by S. Michael Longa disturbing poem i wrote because the idea of the phrase hush little sister intrigued me |
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JVL: Chapter Forty-OneA Chapter by rThe only reason Raven stopped, at noon, was because Tyk managed to tackle her for around the fiftieth time and shake her even further beyond exhaustio.. |
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JVL: Chapter Forty-TwoA Chapter by rIt took days for Tyk to recover enough to speak incessantly again, but his sunny eyes still held a dazed look as Raven retraced the steps they'd ta.. |
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Cafe Le W***e...ErA Story by NoA story about a person who isn't sure what her life is at this moment. |
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Fred’s nightmareA Poem by K.Ga "gross" & "disturbing" poem, i guess is could b another take of the boogie man (this is gonna be part of my "halloween special") |
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PootA Poem by Sahara MistA hot dayIn a hot carSomeone decide anus decides to talkThrough the cabPenetrating our nostrilsA foul odor risesThe McDonaldsFrom moments agoThough ea.. |
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