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Merge, Poison, Torture

By adbates on Thu, 13 Jun 2013

A set of three poems based on the contrast of light as dark
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Poem
Certificate 12

nyx and erebos

By mikilowe on Wed, 12 Jun 2013

Nyx and Erebos do it in every room. they do it in car seats, in babies beds, in bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms
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Story
Certificate 18

the Cave.

By mikilowe on Wed, 12 Jun 2013

Callum stood, against the counter, a pint in one hand, an expresso, in the other. His eyes were wide, and his unhinged laughter, shook violently his whole body.
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Poem
Certificate 18

iSwerve

By iDrew on Wed, 12 Jun 2013

“Nah, it’s OK. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
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Story
Certificate U
Cherry

Goneness

By hrmn_jl2 on Wed, 12 Jun 2013

I've long forgotten where I meant to start this wayward tale, my mind swirling in a rage of feverish dreams and thoughts, Bob Dylan's the 'times are a changing' echoing through my head like the cymbal
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Story
Certificate U

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By hrmn_jl2 on Tue, 11 Jun 2013

She moved with a grace of the heavens fluttering over the stage as if it were here pond as if she was the swan, the floor rippled in response to the swans command, gliding over the glittering surface,
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Other
Certificate PG

Of the Daughter Named Rebellious.

By terrifiedgorillagirl on Tue, 11 Jun 2013

Intended to be slam poetry. Also, I'm really struggling with a title. That's my favorite, but some other options are A) Yet another origin story. B) A mythology all too real C) My life in Epic
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Poem
Certificate PG

For Brenda

By The royster on Mon, 10 Jun 2013

Although it was years before we caught up again, I never did forget the friendship that We all shared. I’m just so glad I managed to catch up just in time.
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Story
Certificate U
Cherry

pacification of the plastic Gods

By seannelson on Mon, 10 Jun 2013

Lately,I've just been doling out time in a dilapidation daze, dancing with angels of decay carried by the gentle breeze, a decorous hook tied to a feed-back loop
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Poem
Certificate U

Split Second

By nicmas on Mon, 10 Jun 2013

I was sitting alone in my room, looking outside the window. It was raining, I could hear the rain make a small sound against the window, and the tiny drops on it.
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Non-fiction
Certificate U