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Kurt: A Proper Introduction

A man (Kurt) sleeps in his bed in a room piled high with... stuff while another man (The Narrator) squats beside his bed, he whispers... Narrator:...

The Liberation of Ethne

“What’s in a name?” So many have asked Those unaware, that a curse was once cast Oh Ethne, how did your name come to be? It seems so uniquely...

Timeless Lament

It’s been so long since I’ve felt such love in my life seen its glow within my eyes heard my heart skip that beat felt that breathlessness of new...

I Love It & I Hate It ...

I Love It & I Hate it .... I just love that advert of the girl whose Dad had made the tree house and the Dad’s face when he realized she doesn’t...

The Sound of Your Heart (I.P)

“Your voice. Still your voice. Your big fat…”

Line Breaks

Its exactly at the point where the line Breaks that I feel Lost and low because I don't know where I'm going.
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Stripes

In a world where gay is right and straight is wrong, Madeline doesn't fit in. The government made sure of that when they stamped her wrist with a stripe, marking her as a heterosexual. Outcast and alone, she runs away to start a new life, determined that she will keep her secret hidden. But when she meets a boy and falls in love, life gets harder than she could ever have imagined. If you enjoy the first chapter, check out the rest here http://www.wattpad.com/story/6411581-stripes-sytycw

don't worry be happy!

(-: smile jesus loves you! :-)

Mrs Muhulu and the Turbulence of the Espresso

The spoon was too shiny for such a dark beverage.

The energy is down

The energy is down The electricity's off, The lights are out; The warmth that was there Can no longer be felt. The water's cold, The world is dark,...

Mrs Muhulu and the Onion of Terror

It rolled slowly towards her...

of man, ghost, and newsbeast

Though separated by a moat of white-hot light, Pavlov's dogs no less brookishly drool over Schrodinger's ying-yang colored quantum cat as meowing...
Cherry

That Elusive Cure 31

I tried to sleep in on Wednesday, hoping to sleep right through to Thursday and the appointment. But of course, that wasn’t possible. I lay there,...

Cotton House

The crackling record continued to play and I felt something draw closer. “Bang bang, that awful sound... Bang bang, my baby shot me down...”

Depression

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world know of not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. Sadness. Such a word is covered...

iDury

iDury my bedroom is plastered with poster eyes’ of my dream charm lovers who watch me nightly undress and have witnessed me from but a silly slip of...

October Geese

(Edit 3/10/2013) "Wild is the music of the autumnal wind Among the faded woods, but these blithe notes strike the deserted to the heart.” William Wordsworth

(satire) Global warming

A man who does not know very much, spoke at length to a group of people whom did not really care, at length on a subject he knows very little about...

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