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Random First Lines:A cold air filled the darkness as I suddenly stood in the middle of nothing. The cold air whisked at my spiky black hair while my bright silver... » Read
By Chris Bradbury
I used to work in a nursing home. It was horrible. People came, people went, one way or another. It was no life for them and no death either.
Poetry | Updated Jun 3, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Jhenny Labern
Post Angel: Those who have died arrive in the Soul Society. Those who are lost become found. Those who are devestated become ruined. Old friends return, and now a new war threatens all. Borders between dimensions start to fall, and those who are chosen have burdens thrust upon them. This is...