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It was raining, as it always did in Washington, the slow and steady fall which seems like a drizzle but soaks you as effectively as a monsoon. The waves crashed against the bas
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by Xadrian 2500 words, 1 comment, on Jun 16 9:39 PM 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Adult, Erotica, Fantasy
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'Not that it matters any more, no, not that it matters...’ I can still hear her words, the soft whisper of her voice, like wind through the autumn leaves. 'Not that it matters
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by Xadrian 500 words, 5 comments, on Nov 19 7:40 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Other, Young adult
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The wind blew across the fields, singing between the headstones and mausoleums that dotted the hillside of the Shadowdale Cemetery. Leaves, disturbed by a gust of wind, m
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by Xadrian 700 words, 9 comments, on Aug 22 6:03 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Erotica, Romance, Science fiction
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The Angel lay, his eye's half open, staring at the ceiling of the room. The shadow of the rain moving down the window held him transfixed, mesmerized as it were by the chby Xadrian 3600 words, 7 comments, on Aug 4 8:53 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Inspirational, Other
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by Xadrian 900 words, 4 comments, on Mar 16 7:29 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Other, Young adult
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by Xadrian 500 words, on Mar 20 9:53 PM 2007
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“A black rose is for the dying… The stars are only fire and all that glitters is cold. A black rose is for the dying…”
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