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Horror
"Confession of an Executioner"
by Fabian Villegas (2001.)
I looked in her eyes...
It wasn't actual terror anymore...
It was more.
Disbelief.
Disbelief that this was it...
That she was going to die...
I pushed the blade deeper into her neck...
I felt the blood squirt into my face and foam out of her mouth...
leaning over i kissed her...
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Horror
"Is this good baby?",he asked his lady friend, for lack of better term.
"Oh, yeah..."
"How about this?"
He kissed her neck, then she gave a slight scream.
"Oww, that hurt!"
He rose up his face.
"Im sorry, i just couldnt help myself, you look so tasty..." as he talked she noticed he had fangs. She
screamed,and he...
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Poetry
Nihility
I want to float in nothingness
Like any other void
Where life does not seek happiness
That needs to be enjoyed
Where hearts don't even really care
Enough to hurt or cry
And no one ever notices
You...
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Adventure
Jarek stared down at his hands, turning them over and examining them. The dirt and blood of battle was encrusted deep into the lines of his palms and fingers. His forearm straps were covered in a dried, sticky crimson and he longed to throw his armor to the soft grass. When he was younger, the filth of war that covered him always seemed to be permanent until he returned home to Paige. Walking...
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Poetry
Pulled Apart
The sands of time build up in my eye
Sometimes I still just sit down and cry
This hurricane of loss
Always engulfs my every peaceful thought
Earth I believe, is a horrible place
The evidence lies with the cracks on my face
But what do you really see when you look...
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Miscellaneous Stories
In the City of Night The city was crowded. Between the inexhaustible people who stomped stoically through sidewalks with their pain; between the people who cried cocaine tears in its bathrooms; between the innumerable cigarette butts—it was overflowing. It had eaten people and swallowed them down, spitting out false teeth and implants. The city exploded at dusk and swept everything...
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Mystery
Frantic staggers two steps back. His hand clutches onto the
bullet wound in his abdomen. He forces himself forward into the direction of
our attacker. His face smirks as the gun fires two bullets into the man’s neck.
A stray bullet shatters the light bulb and we are plunged into darkness.
Frantic closes his eyes. I feel as his heart roars with ferocity and I...
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Romance
He couldn't believe it. He looked down at the letter he held in his hands. He couldn't believe that she was gone. He never thought that she would leave him. But she had written the note and left him. She was gone.
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Science Fiction
I wake up to an alarm clock every day. No vacations, no days off, my life given to work everyday. I’m called the Shepherd. I guide sheep everyday, but the sheep I guide live in space, have two legs, and walk upright. Everyday my sheep hop into simulators to control space fighters’ light-years away, and everyday they help save humanity. These poor sheep. Without them, humanity...
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Science Fiction
Trickles of light filtered in through the capsules radiation vent holes as the whirling gas slowed around them. They had arrived at their chosen timeslot, and it was a welcomed site. It would be only seconds more before the mass of magnetospheric neutrons would dissipate completely allowing the time crafts instruments...
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Romance
Watering Hole, Ortigas Center
- is Jessica’s favorite drinking spot.
It was one Saturday night when she was enjoying drinking her San Mig
Light and smoking her cigarette while listening to the band, when she caught a glimpse of a familiar masculine figure
on one of the tables in front of her. She made her way to the crowd to look
again. That tall, white...
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Miscellaneous Stories
Taylor Evans believes that he is a good guy. He goes to church almost every Sunday and never drinks to excess. He loves his wife most of the time and never cheats on her. He would never think about skipping out of his responsibility of helping to raise his son and daughter. For Taylor, God and family come first.
Today has been...
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Horror
"What do you think you're doing, Holly?" Daniel asked, his voice chilling me to the bone, "Did I not hurt you enough last time?" he spat. I froze, half in the corridor outside, and instantly retreated, like I was told to.
"I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry..." I hung my head and prepared myself for the beating which I knew, with no...
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Miscellaneous Stories
Carl was dressing after his morning shower and he was thinking about what he was going to do with his day. He knew what he had to do, but the idea upset him greatly. He went over to the corner of the living room and put on his trusty old Doc Martens. The front part of the sole had partially broken off the shoe last night. It was flapping every step he took. This was the...
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Miscellaneous Stories
The Gift
"How much is that one?" I ask the cashier as pointed at the gold cross through the display glass.
Her attention diverted from the small TV screen next to the counter, I almost feel as if I am
imposing on her with my query. "Uh... 16.75 with tax," she responded in a semi-apathetic tone....
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Poetry
Shallow Vagueness
My spirit verse denies a breath
Of life sustaining air
But still my shallow heart can beat
To rot in life's despair
My eyes feel spun of blackened silk
When colors sidle in
As emerald waves turn jaded tides
On vagueness guarding...
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Poetry
Wiggedy wack
cos now now I'm spitting a rap
because I wish I was black
now that I'm kicking it back
you know I'm tokin the crack
and it's potent and messed up
my jokes may be wack
but its time that I fessed up
I write rhymes after lines of coke
I find my mind rhymes better with a fuckin toke
on a fat bong while I'm
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Miscellaneous Stories
Adrian was asleep at 9:30am on a humid June morning, from the coke and the ecstasy he had himself do until four in the morning. Sadly, the drugs did not give him his sexual willing with that fifteen-year-old girl his twenty-year-old self could get him in jail for. He could not find a descent woman, one that would love him, something he wanted the people around him to think, but really,...
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Poetry
Set me free, set me free.
Don't hold me back, or say I'm bleak.
Conceal my voice so I can't speak.
Tie me up so I can't leap.
Why am I, first to be last.
To be held in contempt by my class.
Walked upon just like grass.
And pushed aside just as fast.
So please don't hold me to blame.
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Poetry
Lost in transgression.
Officer of death.
My path is one of chaos.
And a certified mess.
Non calculating fate.
And the offspring of hate.
I am a boy, no I am a man.
Who holds controversy in...
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