Boiled Candy

My Stories

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  • Them
    Prologue
    In the afternoon a little girl spins a hoop along the yellow sand that carpets the ground. The white dress of her confirmation floats around her, turning to a stra
    2900 words, 2 comments, December 13, 2005. In <200 lines, Crime, Fantasy, Other
  • An end...or is it?
    “Oh, I see they’ve started again.” Raven’s voice cut through her thoughts like a shovel does dirt. Digging up every grain of memory that she thought had left her. He had that e
    700 words, 9 comments, February 26, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Beginning
    Brayden lowered himself slowly into his commodore. She had lead him up to the cliff; she had said there was something she needed to talk about, something they needed to talk ab
    400 words, 20 comments, September 30, 2003. In <200 lines, Other
  • The World of Man
    Morgan crouched, sword drawn and held firmly in his right hand, bow strung and nocked but ignored within his left. He placed it quietly by
    1000 words, 9 comments, July 12, 2003. In , Fantasy

My Poetry

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  • You Know Who You Are
    I wanted to call tonight, / but i talked myself out of it. / I knew you'd listen, / but couldn't help my doubt in it. / You've done it before, / You'll never let me forget it. / Made sense of my world, / Wh
    <100 words, 3 comments, June 10, 2007
  • A moment's pause
    A moment’s pause is all it takes, / And she’s back again. / Swimming behind his eyes, /
    <100 words, 2 comments, June 7, 2007
  • We will make beautiful music my boy
    Yellowed paper in a bottle / A cry for help that was never found / I piece of trash to some / The ones that weren’t around / / But over by
    <100 words, 5 comments, April 27, 2007. In Other

My other items

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  • You Know Who You Are at allpoetry
    I wanted to call tonight, / but i talked myself out of it. / I knew you'd listen, / but couldn't help my doubt in it. / You've done it before, / You'll never let me forget it. / Made sense of my world, / Wh
  • A moment's pause at allpoetry
    A moment’s pause is all it takes, / And she’s back again. / Swimming behind his eyes, /
  • We will make beautiful music my boy at allpoetry
    Yellowed paper in a bottle / A cry for help that was never found / I piece of trash to some / The ones that weren’t around / / But over by the piano / Slumped on the chair / A youth sits alone / Playing with

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