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Random First Lines:Following on from "Hounds Of Winter", the journey of winter continuesâ€¦prose, some written as songs; feel free to add music and mix.
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I'm amber. hi. some how, don't ask me how, but in one week, my husband died, I slept with a master mind criminal, got stabbed, and became a fugitive in France...
I'm Jasmine Moriarty, hi. yep, as you've probably guessed, THAT man is my father, I hate him, absolutely loath him. I've heard that he's dead, but that little nagging feeling inside me told me that isn't quite true...
By Nelly Brown
It's been 3 months since Sherlock jumped from Bart's Hospital roof and John isnt coping well. He still gets flash backs of that day and goes to visit Sherlocks grave every week.
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 19, 2012 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Scott Walker
A poem about a bus trip
Arthur Moriarty is an Earthling and abstract artist that gets swept up into an intergalactic space opera played out across the universe and beyond.