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My Stories

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    He stood upon what was once his home, and the home of many others. Some crowded around, looking at the rubble and dirt, using only their eyes to search for the wounded, or even worse, the dead. He huddled on the sidelines and watched as his people began t
    300 words, 1 comment, May 15, 2007
  • The Anthrax Corridor
    Silently I moved down the dark corridor, watching the shadows reflecting off of the walls. The moonlight, shining in through the mud splattered windows, was an eerie colour dur
    500 words, 3 comments, April 8, 2006. In Crime

My Poetry

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  • How nice to see you happy.
    Your lies are getting old dear,
    Just like your routine is starting to lack.
    <100 words, 3 comments, June 9, 2006. In 15, 13, 1
  • Dazed, Danced, Dead!
    Dance from wall to wall,
    Find your escape...
    <100 words, 2 comments, May 21, 2006. In 0, 0, 10
  • Find Yourself
    Your heart is beating once again...
    <100 words, 1 comment, May 11, 2006. In 0, 0, 10

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