My Stories
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“This song just doesn’t sound right,” said Dada, staring at his microphone in confusion.1
“What do you think it needs?” asked Kalm, fid
1200 words, 1 comment,
August 20, 2006. In Humor
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“Where are we going?”
“The carnival!”
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It was a fine day in the graphics lab, and all the students were busy at work. Michaela walked past the sink, when she tripped over a squeegee that was lying on the floor. She
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Klaha sat in the dark alley, hitting an empty beer bottle against the cold pavement until it finally shattered. He sighed, and he could see his breath in the cold night air.
My Poetry
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Spiders crawl from my lips,
Their webs upon my cheeks.
<100 words, 5 comments,
May 31, 2007. In Dark, Weird
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Suspended by horsehair strings / Over an infinite drop, / Hanging by the tiniest thread / As the bow begins to snap and break. / Falling through a crescendo / Of dissonant harmonies, / Eyes and
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I wander this forbidden garden,
The flowers tainted red by the garnet stone,
<100 words, 14 comments,
July 4, 2006. In 0, 23, 22
My other items
- Fillistata at allpoetry
Crawling across the damp floor, / Trying to ease out of this pain. / The pressure building behind my eyes - / So hard to stay awake. / I shake on the edge of sanity. / Blood drips from my broken fi
- Aria at allpoetry
Suspended by horsehair strings / Over an infinite drop, / Hanging by the tiniest thread / As the bow begins to snap and break. / Falling through a crescendo / Of dissonant harmonies, / Eyes and
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