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This is when I'm in tears and feeling homicidal and self loathing because I still care about my ex and it hurts, not cool.1
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Well, This time it's early in the morning and I'm so tired, I wanna see how this story goes, mind my spelling mistakes, my fingers are slug
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Every new thing comes alive in Yuki Tsubaki's strange life until an evil Prince comes to take her, his love with her.... to her doom....
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Someone else did.
And the children gasped at the sight of him.
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He'd been in the Insane Asylum for 12 years, forced to ponder that same, dreadful thought.
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I'm calling into the fire1
by Thousand Petals
<100 words, 2 comments,
on Sep 30 10:33 AM 2008. In Angst, Dark, Love, Pain, Personal, Pettirosso, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, Sad, Strange
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“Ahh, they can suck on sunlight for all I care,” Lesta laughed.
by Thousand Petals
4700 words, 11 comments,
on Oct 29 11:12 AM 2008. In Dark, Fiction, Love, Other, Romance, Science fiction, Short story, Strange, Vampires. Reward
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A poem about prosumer mentality. Consumers don't always lose, if they play their cards right.
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by Thousand Petals
100 words, 2 comments,
on Sep 26 12:57 PM 2008. In Adult, Love, Other, Pettirosso, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, Romance, Strange, Weird
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My friend, let me tell you a secret. Its nothing terrible, though you might think me so when you hear it. It won’t kill anybody, that I can assure you. No, this is the type of secret that is only kept for the sheer joy of kee
by Thousand Petals
600 words,
on Sep 26 11:55 AM 2008. In Dark, Demons, Fiction, First person, Fragment, Love, Murder, Other, Romance, Strange
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by KeatonFoster
4200 words,
on Sep 25 5:48 PM 2008. In Adult, Adventure, Dark, Death, Fiction, Pain, Short story, Strange, Unfinished, Weird
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I'm not a bad boy.
So why are you crying?
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Once there was a young Amish boy. Jeremiah was his name. Now, you'd think that a soon-to-be-16 year old Amish boy would love his life by no
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Above my head, there was a tattered flier for some band or another, most likely bad. The ones that spent their advertising money at the loc
by StillbornSonofMan
1200 words, 2 comments,
on Sep 25 12:06 AM 2008. In Crime, Dark, Death, First person, Gay, Love, Murder, Pain, Romance, Strange, Weird
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I took one step forward. "Why do you insist on going?" the voice asked me. I wasn't sure myself, but I knew that I had to move forward.1
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One day, in late June, I stood in the middle of my back yard and reached up, my fingers grasping, and pulled a bit of reality loose from th
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Yes I'm like that crazy Bermuda triangle!!!!
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What is in a name? If we only had a number could it resonate with such warmth when spoken by a loved one? Who would we be? A name is identity. It is the full body of self.1
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The handcuffs are turning me on more than they should. The metal table I’m chained to is cold and unforgiving. As does the standard folding
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How does the mind bend at its breaking point? Written after a friend's breakdown.
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"This is an outrage, sir!"1
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