Marzipan

My Stories

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  • Sunset
    She’d always thought of death as a deep sleep. Now she realised that was just for comfort, the dead didn’t look as though they were sleepin
    500 words, 7 comments, October 2, 2009. In Dark, Death, Life, Sad, Short story
  • An Excercise in Writing
    a thick, black slime oozed from the wound- it was all we could do to hold our stomachs when such a foul stench assaulted us.
    500 words, September 19, 2009. In Fiction, Horror
  • Real World
    The floor is soft, that is white, but there is a barely noticeable blood stain in the corner by the door.
    1200 words, December 1, 2008. In Fiction, Short story
  • Six Silver Coins
    The man behind her mumbled in his sleep. Something about pulling out daisies - they only grow stronger.
    500 words, 5 comments, November 28, 2008. In Fiction, Short story, Thought, Travel

My Poetry

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  • White Rose
    The sun rises; golden rays
    Reflected in the tadpole’s bed.
    <100 words, 1 comment, February 4
  • Pogo the Clown
    Face painted white and green and red;
    A cheery smile etched into the contours of his skin-
    <100 words, 1 comment, February 2
  • Sister
    <100 words, 8 comments, January 26

My other items

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  • Mother at allpoetry
  • Reserved at allpoetry
    I am reserving this spot (:
  • Title Uncertain at allpoetry
    Claws digging tightly into cold, white flesh-
    Ivory skin brushed with hues of darker red.

My journal entries

  • Free Will
    There is no free will. I am who I am because I've been shaped that way, not because I choose to be. I conform in many ways, we all do. If we don't then we are rude, impolite and arrogant. I'm not like a great deal of people, I have ideals and opinions that differ from others. You could even say I'm 'unique', but when
    May 17, 2009, 100 words. → Make first comment?

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