- Member since March 25, 2006.
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My Stories
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Chapter Five
As she lay in her bed, she contemplated whether or not to arise for the first time since she knocked on his door. Her eyelids felt heavier than they had before -
Chapter Four
“I don’t know,” I told the disembodied voice on the phone. “I don’t really have the time to discuss my long distance service with you right now. I’m a little bu -
Chapter Three
I once told (name of girl) that she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever looked into. “This isn’t some lame pickup line I heard at the bar las -
Chapter Two
His walk home was as uneventful as lunch had been. Alone and left in his own mind for longer then what many would consider healthy, the day had rushed past him w
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Curse this wicked moonlit pen,
The witching hour draws close again.<100 words, April 7, 2008. In Other -
Boundaries of language separate brain waves from heart beats; one thinks and the other just does as it has always done—swayed with the wind
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I woke up this morning only to find out that I was still living the same nightmare that appears in my subconscious.
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- Bastard Son of 100 Maniacs! at allpoetry
Curse this wicked moonlit pen, The witching hour draws close again. - More Boundaries of Language at allpoetry
Boundaries of language separate brain waves from heart beats; one thinks and the other just does as it has always done—swayed with the wind and ebbed with the tides. Shooting across synapses and firing electricity through - The Incompletes at allpoetry
************************************************************************************** I woke up this morning only to find out that I was still living the same nightmare that appears in my subconscious.
