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Random First Lines:A collection of poetry written by myself over the past few years.
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As I raced down the mountain, the wind battered against me,trying to throw me off course, but I held firm.
By Ben Eddings
A joint project for me and BaniTheKittys years at Hogwarts
You might wonder what life holds for you, whether you'll make it out alive, whether all these people around you really understand anything.
Look no further.
Warning: Put yourself in an associative, light-hearted frame of mind before you read this, or don't. Just don't tell me that I'm wrong....
By Ecco Homo
Short Story | Updated Jan 15, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Christine Vinson
Poetry | Updated Nov 11, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Inside the mind of a serial killer who sees his victims as alive and well 'friends'. He is a dillusional man with an itch to kill.
A couple wakes up, then bakes up.
Stella and Jason Miller don't believe in love, find out what other things they have in common and how Stella manages to escape from her feelings.
The third chapter to 'No Way To Live' which is a joint writing thing-a-ma-jig. It's not very long, sorry about that, and it's not very well written, I'm even more sorry about that. Anyway, I hope it's good enough! :( I feel bad because I don't want to ruin the book! :(
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 4, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Set in the blossoming 1959, New York City drug-dealer Ryan leads an almost double life. He works during the day, but come the night, he indulges his amphetamine-fueled habit as Mister B.
An article explaining briefly the Joint Enterprise law how it is now being used and the injustice it is creating.
another poem i dedicated to my son at a time he was falsely accused of a crime he did not commit.. thank God in the end, justice did prevail and he was found not guilty and acquitted.
Two friends and i wagged school and smoked some weed. I was just sitting back and listening to the conversations when i decided to get out my laptop and record it all. After half an hour this is what i had...
Let us go higher.. higher than an angel in the sky..