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Words. Words spin around in her mind. Day and night. The words are finally scribbled and written down on a piece of paper. So quickly tby acey madness 300 words, 2 comments, on Nov 6 10:04 AM. In Dark, Depression, Hmm, Madness, Short story, Teen, Weird
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A prompt about the most important day in a man's life.by FeelsLikeATuesday 200 words, 2 comments, on Nov 4 12:52 AM. In Dark, Family, Fiction, Loss, Madness, Romance, Sad, Science fiction
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No one spoke when Klore returned home. His wife and daughter sat both looked up from the fire when he came in, and watched him slowly unwr
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You sit in a chair in the locked room staring at your reflection in the mirror taking in your eyes that stare back at you look at the nose the mouth the hair at the lost ness you see there and all the time downstairs the humby Terry Collett 500 words, on Jul 2 4:44 AM. In Children, Cycle, Flash fiction, Madness, Story, Woman
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Your husband stands by the window, his tall, thin frame is turned from you, he is looking at the fields beyond the garden, the low window t
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I don't know how long she's been inside my head, it seems forever, but it's probably only about a year or so. She doesn't let me speak; I open my lips to say something and she's there, spewing out things that make little sens
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You enter the coins into the machine and a ticket is returned. Ham does likewise and grabs his ticket as soon as it comes. You lift yours u
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by charmander13 4100 words, 7 comments, on Aug 27 2:00 AM 2008. In College, Fantasy, Fiction, Illusion, Insanity, Madness, Reality, Young adult
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Who am I?1 / The one without the reasoning,2 / The one3 / Whose thoughts4 / Have long been
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An abandoned angel; solitary figure of silence and sadness. A lonely soldier left on the plain of a battle unwitnessed. Her mind torn, herby H.A.Johnson 300 words, 3 comments, on Jun 25 10:24 PM 2008. In , Angel, Dark, Fallen angel, Fantasy, Madness
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I used to be a little crazy. My fractured inner sel(ves) would argue and talk to each other. This is from that.by intoothandclaw 500 words, 10 comments, on Jun 20 11:58 PM 2008. In , Dark, Depression, Horror, Madness, Murder, Personal, Prose poem, Strange
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"Yes" he'd think "Yes, they are down there... waiting for me... scratching at the walls of their confines..."
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"I didn't mean to kill her." he thought as he felt her blood running down his hands, while he gazed at his lovers naked, bloody corpse.1 / "Yes you did! You gave her just what she deserved! She h
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All night long I had watched the moon rise and hang above the trees, almost taunting me with it's radiance. I had watched the moon every night since I had left my dear Edmund, knowing that he would be watching the moon with
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