AnnaJayne

My Stories

  • Voices
    The wind on that sea front was bitterly cold, she could see her breath in front of her face as she inhaled the refreshing air that nature provided. The icy, heavy rain trickled
    2200 words, 14 comments, November 21, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Depression, Horror, Other
  • Raven - The Becoming
    Let me introduce myself, I’m Raven, hair as black as the darkest of nights, skin as pale as freshly fallen snow glistening in the light and lips as red as blood spilling from a
    1700 words, 4 comments, October 20, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy, Horror
  • Undead
    Nothing went through my mind as I slowly walked up the center isle to the front of the church, any emotion that had been had now been replaced with something numb…that had been
    2400 words, 6 comments, May 15, 2005. In <200 lines, Fiction, Horror

My Poetry

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  • False
    Probably on the way a few others will fall victim to your falsehood,
    But when Karma does finally find you and you get your comeuppance
    Th
    <100 words, 1 comment, September 30, 2008. In Life, Other, Thoughts
  • Self Loathing
    You have no idea how much I hate me, / I am the dirt on your shoe, you're unwanted outbreak of acne. / Sometimes I wish I could rip myself shred by shred, / And then tear out my ugly eyes from my putrid head. / S
    <100 words, 1 comment, July 9, 2007. In Dark, Life, Pain, Weird, Thoughts
  • Self Loathing
    You have no idea how much I hate me, / I am the dirt on your shoe, you're unwanted outbreak of acne. / Sometimes I wish I could rip myself shred by shred, / And then tear out my ugly eyes from my putrid head. / S
    <100 words, July 9, 2007. In Dark, Life, Pain, Weird, Thoughts

My other items

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  • False at allpoetry
    Probably on the way a few others will fall victim to your falsehood,
    But when Karma does finally find you and you get your comeuppance
    Th
  • Self Loathing at allpoetry
    You have no idea how much I hate me, / I am the dirt on your shoe, you're unwanted outbreak of acne. / Sometimes I wish I could rip myself shred by shred, / And then tear out my ugly eyes from my putrid head. / S
  • Self Loathing at allpoetry
    You have no idea how much I hate me, / I am the dirt on your shoe, you're unwanted outbreak of acne. / Sometimes I wish I could rip myself shred by shred, / And then tear out my ugly eyes from my putrid head. / S

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