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I sit on the softness of the flowered cushion that adorns my window alcove, watching the strangers strolling down the streets outside.1
by colinlinder 300 words, 5 comments, on Jun 26 12:20 PM -
Ode to Micheal Jackson. Say what you will, the guy had talent
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You gotta break a man like that, he's too used to having control. I can hear his wife sobbing in the background as he rants on at me,
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I was born in AD 62, in the famed town of Pompeii, in the Italian region of Campania. It was to be another sixteen years after my birth
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Written for contest Citizen Soldier
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If you're reading this, congratulations, you are one of the lucky (unlucky?) few who survived. And if you're reading this, I did not.
by colinlinder 700 words, 8 comments, on Jun 20 11:05 AM. In Science fiction -
The Bank of America on Cross St. is housed in a centuries old church that had years ago been renovated into the modern cofferhouse that I nby colinlinder 700 words, 8 comments, on Jun 19 3:52 PM
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Newborn one, you come to me, 1by colinlinder 100 words, 5 comments, on Jun 18 3:58 PM
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If I were a star, I would blaze my light upon her from a million miles away. All the wonders of the galaxies around me would mean nothingby colinlinder <100 words, 2 comments, on Jun 18 1:48 AM
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Seremela drew swoops and whirls on her notepad as she tried to listen to what Elder Golradir was droning on about at the front of the classby colinlinder 900 words, 4 comments, on Jun 18 1:13 AM
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I'll always remember the feeling I had entering Blackeyed Petes Pool and Arcade Emporium that day. It was surreal, like following the whitby colinlinder 4300 words, 15 comments, on Jun 17 11:54 PM. In Life
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He'd once tried to count the number of mornings he'd awoken to. A silly exercise perhaps, but when you'd spent as ungodly an amount of time
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