Squirrelmick

My Stories

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  • Meeting Her
    He met her in a small bar on the backstreets of Brooklyn. To be completely accurate, she was actually standing outside the bar when he tried to enter it, but since they shortly moved inside, he only recalls them meeting there
    5200 words, September 21, 2009. In Dark, Fiction, Romance
  • Down the River
    After death there is me. This was decided a long time ago – an immutable truth, set in stone to emphasise its hard, cold permanence. I am part of the establishment, a link in the chain. The chain is like all chains: a heavy,
    3300 words, 1 comment, September 21, 2009. In Dark, Fantasy
  • Attached
    You smile, and they all fall in love with you. They place you on the side of the bed where the sun bathes itself, with light draped across you like a blanket, and your beautiful little grin glows in the midst of it. You’re li
    2300 words, September 21, 2009. In Dark, Life, Other
  • Neck Met Shoulder
    2600 words, November 13, 2008. In Adult, Dark, Fiction, First person, Life

My Poetry

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  • Ribbon Dreams
    My dreams are made of ribbons and they ripple prettily,
    But they are just as easy as my fragile skin to tear,
    <100 words, 1 comment, September 18, 2008. In Thoughts
  • Beauty Bypass
    So they’ll shove their stupid happy faces right up against yours, And let you know that it’s your fault that you can’t raise a smile
    <100 words, 2 comments, July 16, 2008. In Angst, Society, Personal
  • Cut and Dry
    It’s cut and dry. Blood is like glue That flows in clots beneath our skin,
    <100 words, 1 comment, January 28, 2008. In Personal, Thoughts

My other items

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  • Ribbon Dreams at allpoetry
    My dreams are made of ribbons and they ripple prettily,
    But they are just as easy as my fragile skin to tear,
  • Beauty Bypass at allpoetry
    So they’ll shove their stupid happy faces right up against yours, And let you know that it’s your fault that you can’t raise a smile
  • Cut and Dry at allpoetry
    It’s cut and dry. Blood is like glue That flows in clots beneath our skin,

Guest Book

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  • Rose Angel : Hi dear nephew....You are a prolific writer...So proud of you! on August 25, 2007
    This is great coming from a childrens point of view, Mike when you are seventeen! I will be visiting more often....A nice change from always reading and writing poetry.....Love Auntie Rose

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