My Stories
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I sat down on my couch and tried to get my mind back on track. It had been three days since Jenna had bought my paintings but I couldn't get that day out of my mind. Looking up
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It was another, typical August day. Everything was sticky with a mixture of humidity and perspiration. I pulled off my shirt and sighed as the cool air of my room touched my sk
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"Hello Elaine!" It was, of course Jenna. Her black hair was tied back with some red satin. She was, of course in a stunning black suit. She looked amazing for a woman of 52.
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My Poetry
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Dance puppet dance
Give me your all
<100 words, 3 comments,
October 10, 2006. In 0, 6
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Strains of music drift in
The air shimmers in the light
<100 words, 3 comments,
October 6, 2006. In 22, 10, 6
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Dreams of a forbidden love
Whispers of the escape
<100 words, 3 comments,
September 12, 2006. In 0, 23, 6
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