InsomNiAC

My Stories

  • Chapter 1.  In the Beginning
    I can still remember my childhood as though I had just lived it yesterday.  I grew up in a somewhat dysfunctional family consisting of
    500 words, 1 comment, March 26, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • 300 words, March 26, 2005. In <200 lines, Adult
  • Slowly, Jaime raised her head.  She examined herself in the pale, autumn moonlight.  Standing half-naked in front of the mirror had always brought her some artificial
    400 words, 1 comment, March 13, 2005. In <200 lines, Other

My Poetry

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  • You could taste the smoke for miles. A think sulfur, twanging the back of the throat.
    <100 words, December 6, 2007
  • The cold bit at my tongue,
    Flooding the stillness in the air,
    <100 words, 6 comments, November 4, 2007
  • <100 words, 1 comment, May 5, 2007

My other items

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  • The Day Liberty Died at allpoetry
    You could taste the smoke for miles. A think sulphur, twanging the back of the throat.
  • Ashes in the Fall at allpoetry
    The cold bit at my tongue, Flooding the stillness in the air,
  • Innocent at allpoetry
    Angels, / You know where I lie. / Alone I wander into / The darkening night. / All my life, long since faded. / Ashes of who I was / Torn and grayed. / And all along, / The voices drift on, / Sacrificing,

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