Fated Circle

My Stories

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  • Set Free - Charles
    The young boy sat with his head in his hands. Silently sobbing in his empty room. The one lamp that he had lit was casting a low glow across the shadows cover
    500 words, 3 comments, March 13, 2006. In <200 lines, Crime, Depression, Other
  • Angel's Angels
    The man sat there, peering through the stain-glass window.  Inside the church was a glow of light from the candles at the alter.  People sat at the benches that exten
    3200 words, 4 comments, January 24, 2006. In <200 lines, Spiritual
  • Waiting
    The woman sits sipping her coffee, longing for something.  The waitress comes by and takes a seat.
    "Are you waiting for someone?" the young girl asks.
    600 words, 10 comments, December 13, 2005. In <200 lines
  • Ending Pain And Suffering
    The man sat alone crying himself to sleep every day of his precious life.  He seemed to think that nothing was right for him so he committed sin after sin and cared nothin
    900 words, December 11, 2005. In <200 lines, Fiction, Spiritual

My Poetry

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  • [ Nothing, nothing ]
    Nothing, nothing / enter a thought, / called nothing / press it in our mind / Nothing, Nothing, Nothing / eventually, thats all / Nothing,
    <100 words, 6 comments, July 22, 2007. In Thoughts
  • Undercover Private Eye....Seen ?
    Do you watch them? / Screen writ plays. / Though tough to see, / Each of us has, / Our very own movie. / Playing in the background. / Barel
    <100 words, 3 comments, June 10, 2007. In Other, Thoughts
  • Playing the part
    A hole in my head
    I should be dead
    <100 words, 3 comments, April 20, 2007

My other items

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  • [ Nothing, nothing ] at allpoetry
    Nothing, nothing / enter a thought, / called nothing / press it in our mind / Nothing, Nothing, Nothing / eventually, thats all / Nothing, / You're thinking / Nothing at all. / Tranquil peace. / What a pla
  • Undercover Private Eye....Seen ? at allpoetry
    Do you watch them? / Screen writ plays. / Though tough to see, / Each of us has, / Our very own movie. / Playing in the background. / Barely visible, / To the naked eye. / Open your mind, / Shut your eyes,
  • Playing the part at allpoetry
    A hole in my head
    I should be dead

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