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Random First Lines:This essay I wrote was personal but yet at the same time public. I believe everyone has their own creative energy reserve that if they just tap... » Read
A poem I wrote for a creative writing assessment in college. Using wet fingernails as a metaphor for a lonely, excluded person.
By Swords Edge
what would you choose if given the life of another.
A woman knows she has been followed for two weeks by the same man, and so she acts like she has no clue while she waits fort him to strike. Question is, who is hunting who...
After a girls night out Mandy is attacked only one hundred yards from home
Short Story | Updated Oct 29, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1