Tom
Penguin, shouted Tom, penguin... please.....pretty please nice and kind Malcolm....might I take one of those home in the van with me....even just for a little while. 'NO'. 'Why not.
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my best friend
The day we met, i never thought such an awesome friend i ll get.. In our first encounters, We used to fight like monsters.. I knw earlier you thought i m a proud guy,
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Biomimetics 2: “Shrilk”
A ‘plastic’ called shrilk, made from shrimps and silk: clever designers discovering Creator’s designs, mimicking. The cuticle of arthropods is an exoskeleton
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They Only Come Out At Night.
'I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours'- Hunter S. Thompson.
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The West
So I sowed my own notion. I'd preserve you, dry-pressed. From time-to-time, I'd compare you to the rest.
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O Trebuchet
O trebuchet, O trebuchet... How dost thou fling The messages I send And the words that I sing? With your steel balls of joy And your boulders of love, Magnificent missives
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It Was Only A Memory
It's not one of my best works, but I had to just get it all out. Once again, feedback is welcome. But like I said, I know the writing quality isn't very good.
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The Mulrooney's - Part Six
After dinner, Jay and Sarah Clark sat back on the sofa and opened the Mulrooney Family album. “Oh, my gosh!” said Sarah, “It’s a picture of our house! Holy crow! How about that!"
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To the Wretched!
Here’s to the wretched! the awful and the stumbling Who prowl our streets as most suck sleep into their pillows mumbling They are the sick-stained remnants of ghostly buried youth
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- 467 reads