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They crafted me in a decade of excess, I gleam and swagger, howl with hand crafted arrogance, the craved, the addiction, a prize few but the very, very lucky will ever attain. I’m one of the first, my value immeasurable to th
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JANUARY 1ST 1976 – THURSDAY1
by sassykitty
1300 words, 6 comments,
on Aug 17 7:19 AM 2008
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…he most greviously afflected me a great many times by pinching pricking and beating me allmost choaking me to death urging me vehemently t
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Yellow fingers of sunlight dapple lightly upon the night roughened cheek, increasingly confident with every new second of life.
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Frustration grips me,1 / chokes ambition till I'm dry,2 / bleeds my arid soul3 / whispers futile dreams 4 /
by sassykitty
<100 words, 2 comments,
on Jul 4 3:21 PM 2008
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PROLOGUE- BOSTON 17021 / I can’t live. 2 / I don’t feel or even allow myself the recollection of feeling. If I was spring he was summer, but winter swallowed us and
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DAY ONE – TUESDAY1 / The morning of our departure saw me greatly disturbed, my stomach knotted with apprehension recalling memories of mornings ahead of the trials. I knew I wouldn’t face a furna
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PROLOGUE1 / The gentle sun’s fingers filter through the narrow leaded panes of the two long windows. Dust sparkles in the soft early light half way between the caressing warmth of dreams and cold
by sassykitty
4800 words, 4 comments,
on Jun 22 10:59 AM 2008
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I have a photograph of you,1 / your eyes are shuttered against the world.2 / You seem at peace, a soft3 / moment until4
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I recently had another birthday, nothing remarkable in that, but the reason I mention this is that a friend sent me a card bearing the imag
by sassykitty
900 words, 2 comments,
on Jun 1 4:57 AM 2008
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They never believe me when I tell them the monsters are real. They tell me it’s only the shadows play dancing on the wall, and I’ve got my nightlight. But they don’t understand, they just don’t listen, I’m just a child with a
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Rictus and Fixed1 / I had no idea when I first felt her tiny grasping paw prod into my felt stomach we’d spend so much of our time togethe
by sassykitty
600 words, 5 comments,
on May 31 6:02 PM 2008
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He ate the whole thing almost at once. Felt it slide slowly, gracefully down his gullet before settling heavily in his stomach. Smacking hi
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Dear Abby,1 / I write in the knowledge that when you read these words I will be dead, a thought that claws my soul but an inescapable one. They won’t let me see you because they tell me I’m a sin
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You are1 / The yellow topaz of the eyes of my tiger2 / The first footprint on the face of my moon3 / The gold discovered at the end of
by sassykitty
100 words, 4 comments,
on May 28 4:18 AM 2008. In
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John’s scars mean more1 / to me than any love2 / song he might sing.3 / Scarlet gouges scream,4 / silver
by sassykitty
100 words, 2 comments,
on May 28 4:16 AM 2008. In
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Stripes1 / We couldn’t ever find anything to do in our village, especially during the interminable summer holidays. We roamed about, feckless and bored, inviting temptation because there just was
by sassykitty
2500 words, 3 comments,
on May 28 4:12 AM 2008
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Synopsis1 / Nine-year-old orphan Abigail Williams is brought to Salem Village by her uncle, the austere Rev Samuel Parris where she forms a
by sassykitty
4300 words, 7 comments,
on May 18 4:49 AM 2008
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The starlings were still screaming as the girl slowly closed the heavy studded door behind her, inhaling the sharp frost beginning to form
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