Brain Fetus

My Stories

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  • The Old Soul of Mrs. Marlowe
    / / / Mrs. Marlowe went down the hall, jerkingly with her walker. Her cold bones ached, her head felt light and dizzy, though her mind was as acutely aware as ever of the dismal place she had to call home. She heard Miss Martha behind her, the s
    2500 words, March 15, 2007
  • The Last Man Standing
    400 words, 1 comment, February 24, 2007. In Boredom, Depression, Love
  • Too Much Techno
    When the light of the disco ball so far above sparkled like an underground sun, the beat took on a new intensity. It was then. Then he knew he was in heaven. The bodies moved with the beat in fantastic colors. He thought there could be nothing more beau
    300 words, 1 comment, February 24, 2007. In , Drugs, Tragedy
  • Why I deserve to go to Heaven. And College.
    600 words, 2 comments, February 14, 2007. In Corny, Inspirational, Lies!

My Poetry

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  • Don't Interfere with other Countries on Behalf of Human Rights at allpoetry
    When we look at whether or not we exist, / we must ask ourselves if countries should interfere / The precedent set by the Monroe doctrine implied that the U.S. had a moral obligation to interfere with the affairs of
  • [ His eyes are the color of a mud puddle. ] at allpoetry
    His eyes are the color of a mud puddle. / When dappled sunlight trickles throukgh forest trees, / the water shines in golden patches, /     warmly / his hands are always warm, /     a form, / l
  • The Day the Zombies Killed Vacaville at allpoetry
    On a lonely afternoon, / when the hot low sun would die so soon, / / The Zombies attacked! / / load your gun. / / lock / the doors. / listen to their decayed skin folding on the hot cement. / the / &

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