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By Jennifer Brighton
Unlikely companions wander through a post-apocalyptic wasteland seeking refuge.
expressway for Slaughtering Steps.
Orange Juice spiked
nails me with rusted
Toasted or Frozen, Blood
This poem is about the beach, Destin, FL. It reminded me of many things that happened it my life, so I decided to write a poem of what my opinions are on Destin.
this is a fantasy story ,it teaches one to believe in it
Mother nature has something in store for Odette
Short Story | Updated Jun 27, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By The Brit Picker
Focusing on the way a relationship begins always reveals a raw motive.
The purpose of this essay is to challenge its primary target group, the fundamentalist, conservative side of Christianity. The challenge is to give strong consideration to use RTP when dealing with disruptive behavior because RTP is biblically based. Those operating outside the target group...
Another short caveman story
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
I walk amidst a field
of azure poppies,
my mind begins wandering.
Dancing round in the bar,
flirting with the guys.
Beating them at games of pool,
In a cave the witch does live
Icky and creapy with spider webs