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The Things We Do For Love

Deals with abuse in a marriage both physical and psychological.

Human Nature

The heat is really getting to me. She's back again. Why can't she leave me alone for a while? She acts like I'm here just for her own personal use...

The Magic Potion

A forlorn girl gives up on life and discovers a kind witch who offers her a magic potion. The witch knows how kind she has been to all of nature's creatures and her kindness is repaid.

The Bicycle

After a bitter argument with his father, Louie storms out of the house. He rides his bicycle--pedaling forward into an uncertain future with great courage.
Cherry

Surprise ending to the saga.

Dear diary 27th April 2004

Polecats and men stuff.

Dear diary 26th April 2004.
Cherry

Disintigration in the Hallway*

Her back slides down the painted hall-wall. Knees giving way and tears beginning to flow in silent, desperate rivulets. Distress takes muscle;...

Onlook

you look at me in complete disapproval, what do I have to live for your eyes tell me each breath, each inch of air that drives through my scarred...
Cherry

Young Love

Written many years ago.

Bloodsong

A dark tale of beauty and death...

My Question Mark

You look in a mirror, and what do you see?

Future of Madeleine

She whispers something and Eli puts an ear to quavering lips. Another hiss and Eli lays an incidental hand on Madeleine's heaving chest and counter-whispers. A lengthy verbal intercourse ensues. She nods assent and Eli jumps, enthused.

Unwanted allure

A poem about the smell of WD40. Edited poem

Patience of love

My patience gives me great agony For, the wait of the right time has not been easy. The pain of my feelings strides with me But i carry it secretly...

The Woman of Desire

What you want in a woman

Breaking The Angel

Beginning of a longer, earth basec fantasy story I'm writing - would much appreciate feedback

bombs in the sky

the sky keeps changing colors from a gentle blue to a fiery red then to a waning yellow as if a war were going on within the clouds and the bombs...

empty room

and i wonder if my room feels as empty as when i am there when the stereo stops singing its melody when the books copulate with the tiny roaming dust...

So Sayeth

Free will or Determinism?

Granny Paradox, The

Care for a little time travel?

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