Smell Before Rain

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Stories I'm focused on

  • I should check to see is smoredom is actually a word, because if it isn't I am totally copywriting it. That way, I can bank more money tha
    500 words, 5 comments, November 29, 2007
  • I cursed God for prematurely ending my shopping nirvana. I'm such a trainwreck.
    900 words, 1 comment, November 27, 2007
  • So, in the game of hypotheticals, Doctor, if I wanted to end Ileana Blaine's life, I would put a bullet in her head.
    2800 words, 3 comments, November 22, 2007
  • It's grammar school mathematics; two plus two is four. Four plus four makes eight and so on. I never had a mind for numbers and figures.
    5200 words, 2 comments, November 9, 2007

My Stories

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  • I breathe deeper, taking in as much as I can, more than necessary just to prolong the words that lay ahead of me.
    2000 words, 4 comments, October 6, 2008. In Fiction, Life, Love
  • Suffocation. Limbs intertwining, covers mouths, collapse lungs, turns bones into frail sticks splitting places, keeping you standing.
    100 words, 1 comment, August 2, 2008. In
  • It was an epidemic. 1 / The myth of creatures crawling in the cinema -- never the person you'd give your life for scraping their viral fingertips against the paper-thin door you stand behind... w
    100 words, 5 comments, July 12, 2008. In Dark, Horror
  • 4000 words, 1 comment, July 9, 2008

My Poetry

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  • Shimmy, slink, baby you're shakin' all over
    Edie, you're a superstar -- showered in
    <100 words, 2 comments, April 16
  • These words confirm your one belief that
    you are the sun
    <100 words, 4 comments, April 14
  • I borrowed your smiles, held on til them til they flickered and faded
    Until the smoke that remains fill the empty space
    <100 words, 1 comment, October 6, 2008

My other items

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  • There's No Light Here at allpoetry
    I borrowed your smiles, held on til them til they flickered and faded
    Until the smoke that remains fill the empty space
  • Jump Ship at allpoetry
    Everyone moves on in life
    except the person left behind.
  • Dream Factory at allpoetry
    Seeing black, seeing red,
    seeing white. White is dead.

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