| Social Retard-Nation, Chapter 5 Miscellaneous Stories "hello," greeted the voice on the other side of the phone.
"who's this?"
"man, your grandfather butchered my name."
rosaline pressed the inquiry, "who is this?"
"rosaline, you know who this is; there aren't too many names that can be misheard or mispronounced as annie. besides, it's not like you have the lines c...
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 | Lawless, Chapter 1  Adventure chapter one :
cursed
the townsmen had planned their attack all through the
day. when the midnight cowboys returned,
they would surround them and fire upon them with all their might and
ammunitions. it wasn’t the greatest
strategy, it was the only strategy. for
months, the midnight cowboys would come into the small town, ravage the inhabitants,
place of worship, place of busine...
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| The train that forgets to stop at every station Non-Fiction waiting, waiting. it's always with the waiting. its like it never stops. wait to get up. wait to go home. wait to eat. wait to throw it all up again. i'm not going to do it today i kept telling myself. waiting not to drink. waiting a long ****ing time. i was bumbling around my small office waiting for my coffee, waiting to make plans for something i wasn't going to do.the cravings were intense. th...
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| The Catacombs Horror she hurried along moist alleys in the morning mist, gray stones covered with beaded water and lichen, footfalls stealthy on the cobbled walks. her hands clutched the tiny, yellowed paper to her chest, hidden in her palm. she stopped to take a furtive glance behind her, but the dense cloud shrouded the alley's mouth. a quick glimpse of the writings before she tucked it safe beside her bosom in t...
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| A Dreamy Morning Poetry lovely, bright sunshine!all enclosing, warm, glowing sunshine. walking in the sunshine,among bright green trees,the road i see,the sound of traffic reaches my ear,the song of birds i feel distinctly,i see people pass by,feel the slight breeze blowing,watch the color of the sky. and here all words are lost... the verbal doesn’t come forth,just the feelingof "that which is." everythi...
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 | The Purple Beneath, Chapter 4 Mystery the tapping on the window awoke william of his dreams of evil purple circles of death. a man in a black suit stood outside his car, rabidly knocking on the window. william at once rolled it down, and squinting his eyes from the blazing inferno of a sun, asked, “yeah?”
the african american man standing before him reached in his pocket and brought out what appeared to be some so...
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| Pennies, Chapter 3 Miscellaneous Stories 3--the teenage shooter
his name was johnnie felt and boy could he run. he stopped when he heard sirens coming from above the street. he turned right and ran for the subway tunnel. he made it in about 20 feet inside when he stopped to take a break and catch his breath. he looked back to see the train he just ran off has pulled out of the station. nobody knew yet, which c...
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| Alpha and Omega Miscellaneous Stories i am. i pause for a moment, unsure of myself as i suddenly become host to a plethora of stimuli. the first one that i recognize is sound. high pitched alarms are shrieking, trumpents to announce my arrival. i register voices, the woefully inadequate way humans communicate with one another.
it pains me. they should be capable of so much more. perhaps they are, but don't know it yet. i m...
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| Internet Love Poetry you were someone i could talk to.
i babbled everything to you.
you were the first one i'd turn to,
when i was upset.
i used to long for the nights;
when i could speak to you.
i could tell you all the silly things,
and you never seemed bored.
you didn't tell me your name,
for months and months,
and more than a year passed,
before i first saw your face.
i didn't mind one bit....
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 | Feast Of Worms, Chapter 5 Horror the weak glow from dim florescent lights painted the locker room with soft blues. tall gray lockers stood in formation- erect examples of military precision. the two rows of metal opposed one another, their ventilated faces revealing no weakness- unwilling to back down from the gaze of the other. standing firm, even when rust scarred their once polished exteriors, the lockers loyally held the poss...
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 | Her Magic Touch, Chapter 1 Romance she's not very attractive. no, that isn't quite accurate. the fact is, she might be described by someone less sensitive, as ugly. crooked buck teeth. mousy brown hair. non descript gray eyes behind coke bottle glasses. she doesn't bother with make-up. her clothes are un-inspired.
her figure can only be described as dumpy. plump, would be the kindest word to describe a body with curves in...
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 | An Affair With Darkness Miscellaneous Stories all art is quite useless.
oscar wilde: the picture of dorian gray
a power cut at night makes me feel as dejected as a fish out of water. or perhaps, an owl on a sunny day.
i am no expert on owls of course. but i am an experienced owl-watcher: an owl and his mate live near my office in the second floor of a three storied building.
i discovered them qu...
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| Slave to the World, Chapter 2 Horror chapter 2: julie
"i hate elevators," i told him as i pressed against the silver button. "i hate them because they're so awkward. you're always stuck in there for what feels like an eternity with complete strangers and nobody knows the right things to say," i said.
"well i think elevators are the least of our problems, aren'...
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| The Perfect © Miscellaneous Stories the perfect ©
bethesta stood outside the plate window, nose within one inch, fingertips of each hand next to her face and making foggy prints on the glass. within the display case, rested in one corner and next to a tall festively wrapped box, was the perfect. it stood there with a gorgeous smile painted on its face, and looked into her soul with caribbean water eyes. she had first become...
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 | He Comes upon a Wish, Chapter 2 Horror chapter two : michael james
michael james, the son (and undoubtedly heir) of the james saloon had
taken a liking to his sister mcgayle. he thought her to be quite
attractive, funny and the apple of his eye. he once confided in
companion, tommy watson, that he would one day marry his older sister.
little tommy watson, being a boy and inclined to have fun, soon spread
this knowledge to eve...
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| The Photograph Poetry there's a photograph on my wall;
by twelve o'clock midday the sun
casts shadows upon the happy
faces and clouds them from my view,
shielding me from painful memories
of those friends i've lost.
they were people i
knew, whose faces
faded over time and
space,
they vanished into
thin
air, every single one
of them
dropped like flies,
one by...
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 | DIDN'T KNOW THEN. Poetry you didn't know then
as you hugged him,
that jack
wasn't going to come back;
that this was
as close as you and he
were going to get;
near as hell
as lovers can be
this side of heaven
or such place.
you didn't know then
as you kissed him,
that he'd be dead
in a few days;
that all his thoughts
and ways
would be gone and lo...
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| Golden Night Poetry shadows in the smoke room i can hardly see flying out the window i climb up a celestial treeit is warm in here, she says then waits for me to disagree her perfume in the air sways as i sip up on my potent coffeethe window's open cold wind comes in touches softly on the soft skin then leaves swiftly, unspokennow she sings a song to me makes it sugary, jelly wrapped happy, happy i would like to be!...
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 | If Only Poetry our yesterday was full of light
with you, my everyday became bright
i always reminisce the day that you were holding me so tight
coz, now you're already out of sight
i dont know why i feel this way
since you left me in the dark, you've flown away
it's hard for me that you're away
coz' i know your love is different in some other way
if only i could turn back time that you're s...
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| Pennies, Chapter 2 Miscellaneous Stories 2---the slacker baker
sean was half asleep on the train when awoken by the loud squealing of the train pulling into the station. the noise was good because it acted an alarm clock. upon hearing it he knew his station was three stops away. he could not afford to sleep past his stop; he was supposed to be at the bakery at 2:00 am which made him a little bit over a...
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