BeMeBeInsane

My Stories

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  • One Hero Remains...Alone
    Twelve year old Lysabeth, gold locks tainting her beautiful yet hidden visage. Hidden along the treeline masked by the cold and dampened fog which aided her in her plight. But
    500 words, 2 comments, December 24, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Days When Heros Die
    This man had found himself to this familiar place. Clad in his familiar cloak of black cotton and brown leather and leather boots. A hood to cover his visage, only allowing for
    500 words, December 22, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy, Other, Science fiction
  • Spehiroth's Journal
    When I've awoke I saw myself, trapped in this place. It seems as if Cloud had turned me into but a memory, as he had threatened. Damn bastard. Now I am but a memory, but that w
    400 words, 7 comments, November 2, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy
  • Rantings of a Mad Man
    Soon the light was flickered off. Images flickered in my mind. Dead and disturbing, they haunt me. Why were they here? Was there a purpose in these disturbed images? They plagu
    200 words, 1 comment, May 18, 2005. In <200 lines, Horror

My Poetry

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  • One Last Pull
    Wandering alone for so long
    Hiding amongst the many
    <100 words, 8 comments, February 10
  • Innocence Fleeting.
    Sifting through the dreaded falls of day
    The likes and unlikes tugging at me
    <100 words, 2 comments, January 15
  • Forever
    An unerring sense of this
    Wandering eyes stare
    <100 words, 4 comments, October 25, 2008

My other items

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  • One Last Pull at allpoetry
    Wandering alone for so long
    Hiding amongst the many
  • Innocence Fleeting. at allpoetry
    Sifting through the dreaded falls of day
    The likes and unlikes tugging at me
  • Forever at allpoetry
    An unerring sense of this
    Wandering eyes stare

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