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My Christmas morning was spent in a cemetery; my Christmas night will be spent in the bottle.by strangledbysolitude <100 words, on Dec 23 10:48 PM 2008
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by strangledbysolitude <100 words, 2 comments, on Dec 16 3:55 PM 2008
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Backstage within a dingy dressing room that possesses about as much hospitability as a death row prison cell Legend sits in front of a cracked mirror with his head draped in his hands, gently massaging his temples and mutter
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When Elijah Legend retakes the stage for his final act he’s greeted with a silence so complete it almost seems as if the very concept of s
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The pale face I wish I never saw1 / Haunts my every dream,2 / I heard the news but still in awe3 / For we were once a team.by strangledbysolitude 100 words, 6 comments, on Feb 15 9:50 PM 2008. In Death
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The clock tolls midnight and once again I find myself alone at the kitchen table with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and my cell phone in
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Midnight falls early upon the small town of Carrabassett Valley as threatening clouds with sinister black underbellies swoop in like a devouring swarm of locus. Out of a clear twilight sky the storm manifests itself as if coby strangledbysolitude 1000 words, 3 comments, on Nov 15 12:03 AM 2007. In Dark, Horror, Novel, Vampires
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