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1.A Chapter by AliceMy name is - Does it really matter what my name is? Well - I suppose it does. My name is Lucie and when this all began I was eighteen years old. My.. |
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3.A Chapter by AliceSo Christmas was on the way, and I helped Dianne to put up decorations, and eventually forgot the whole thing, though every so often Dianne would prob.. |
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2.A Chapter by AliceSo why did I start this? Well, I'm getting there. I haven't thought over this in quite a while, so it will take time. I was working in the shop that.. |
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8.A Chapter by AliceThat evening I could not stay inside the house. As soon as my parents returned from their day out the house was filled with the sound of mumbled conve.. |
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9.A Chapter by AliceI wish that I could remember more about that night when my life changed forever, but I cannot. It bothers me that to this day I cannot remember exactl.. |
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10.A Chapter by AliceThe night before she had not made me wait any time at all, but now I sat for hour upon hour, until I looked at my watch and I saw that it was close to.. |
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PrologueA Chapter by Aubrey OlivierIn which we meet the protagonist at a later stage in his life. |
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Chapter I: Cosmic DancerA Chapter by Aubrey OlivierSome background information on Danny and his family. |
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Chapter II: Introducing Guy BertrandA Chapter by Aubrey OlivierDanny’s passionate one-sided affair with Jonathan lasted all of a year and a half. Oh he had had other affairs of course, with girls mainly for .. |
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The TroubadourA Book by Aubrey OlivierWork in progress. Set in Quebec, this story follows a young musician named Danny who deals with all the usual pains of teenage-hood - first loves, cra.. |
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WastewaterA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWastewater Sweetwater moments, never shedding tears down the drainpipe of a rundown life. Walking quietly in 6 inch stilettos, borrowi.. |
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The Last CallA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Last Call Moving through crowds simulating sadness, tortured; the anxiety overcomes everything, even whiskey over rocks, or another empty.. |
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AyaA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAya It’s in the expression, her giving of rocks, subtlety; an unconventional life. She left home; forgetting the spring roll for a h.. |
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A Quiet ConversationA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierA Quiet Conversation Pepper;one fine frenzy,an open eyein the palm of your hand. Lazy in the spice field,picking plumsfrom a dead tree,like tastin.. |
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Of Darwin and GodA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOf Darwin and God The life and the breath, Darwin; of Darwin and God, thinking the footprints are a monkeys not mans. Doesn’t really .. |
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K.N.S.A Poem by Abigale LeCavalierK.N.S. It wasn’t so much a surprise, there was milk in the wine bottle; her smile said it all as I sat opposite her, legs crossed. &.. |
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The Peoples CourtA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Peoples Court It was long as days go, longer than usual. Breathing felt labored and ill prepared, numbing the tips of the fingers and t.. |
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OkayA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOkay Almost a cliché thinking of life underground, sitting in the pink and the black, with a smile on my face. All the whittling i.. |
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The Sun and The MoonA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Sun and The Moon A gross mismanagement of sacrifice, leaving tin cups in the corner of a distant life. But a life none the less. Spil.. |
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Broken Heel?A Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBroken Heel? It was done out of anger and not out of respect. The heel from my boot died at the bottom of the stairs. Fixable, but frus.. |
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