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Tales From the Morgue
A clerk's first night in the slowest convenience store in Phoenix
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- 634 reads
Walls Come Tumbling Down
Fundamentalism of any sort
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- 490 reads
Vision (Tele)
Revenge Of The Cyclops?
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- 1371 reads
G. INSTINCTS.
INSTINCTS. The carpet of fallen leaves softened his tread, and apart from the occasional snapping of a twig underneath his feet, all was silent. He...
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- 643 reads
F NANA. The Last Day.
NANA. The Last Day. The dawn's light filtered into her bedroom, breaking the monotony of the darkness, which had been her only companion through the...
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- 747 reads
Document1
He looked at me blankly. "Hmm," he said. He shrugged. I wasn't really sure what he was talking about, so I shrugged, too. "Hmm," I said. "That doesn'...
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Love shaped gap
Do you see them: unaware. In love. caught within the confines of something as old as the sea, and it washes at their identity. Steals a little more...
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- 617 reads
Friday Afternoon
There's a delicious taste to the usually polluted london air; in winter - bangers &; mash and beer; In summer, barbeques and margheritas. I can...
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- 381 reads
Culinary Life
all those feathers dipping chutney quickly half of that rice a bit of a kick and parcels tied with string perhaps we can find little scissors in...
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You are the weakest ink. Goodbye.
No sooner you leave my pen, Then you are old ink left out to dry.. Your wetness gone, I bid you goodbye. You do not seduce me anymore. I long for...
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- 1033 reads
Very drunken poem
It was Boxing Day evening, I was drunk...
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Good For You.
Mother who always @Told you so!'
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A lovely person
For someone special
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- 450 reads
A stands for apple
An apple a day and you're on your way
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- 607 reads