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I had been waiting like a saint in the waiting room of the clinic, patiently and praying quietly for my name to be called so I could proceed with my minor operation on my mid-section. All was relatively calm despite the room being full with an old black a
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Here I stand,
With my musical rock band,by Ninth-Poet 100 words, on Apr 13 7:57 PM 2006 -
Once upon a midnight dreary,
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I dreamt of a washing machine, In colours so obscene, Of shades of caffeine, It washed everything that was clean, To a shiny muddy unclean, It was part of it routine, It w -
The office of brother Saint Peter was a corridor long mile of a walk from room 7137. As they we’re nearing the office ,you could clearly hear the military like footsteps of Saby Ninth-Poet 200 words, on Apr 10 5:59 PM 2006
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The screaming went on for hours. Every hour the sounds of obnoxious screaming slithered deep and deeper into the cavernous head of Lady Capulet. The sound resoby Ninth-Poet 500 words, on Apr 9 10:16 AM 2006 -
Entry – December 23/2005
Another year has come as gone and I haven’t forgotten you. Another years had change so little.Body fragments lie like sticks on the ground for kids -
Without A Prayer Chapter 1
In a quiet dormatorium for future priest and brothers of Montreal, Pope Saint Peter was doing his nightly security watch when a drop of sound spi -
Georgia Wants , Georgia Hopes
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The following story is one that still resonates among the citizens of Pointe-Aux-Trembles. The event in question happened six year ago but the wound still feels as fresh as the
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