End of days 10
A serialisation of 200-word chapters. The illusion of the hospital begins to break apart, or does it?
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The Stairs
The stairs had always been there, but they weren’t there the day before. The first step was in the middle of the park. Just past the slide and the swings, next to the duck pond.
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SHE TOOK THEN TO THE HILLS (I.P.)
I came downstairs one morning The doormat swathed in bills, I paid them no attention Too wrapped in my own ills. There is a wooded valley A secret place I know, At times when I am troubled
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Useless
Thats what you become when you can't do what everyone around needs you to do, you said you'd always be there just like a brother for her, always help her through,
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Increation
Increation (11th August, 2010) I cannot shape my destiny with stories or bring you to existence with a rhyme, I cannot create the perfect lead or foil,
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Progress In Reverse
Imagine... Sitting in your car But cannot see ahead The road before Is to the rear And filled with fallen dead What evil is this twist afore Where view is misconstrued And taken fright
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Firecracker
4 minute doodle & edit(s)
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A MERMAIDS TALE
A tale of a forlorn mermaid.
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Good Time Party Guy
I'm the guy with the money - I'm the good time party guy.
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This is like Forgetting
In the darkness, we form shapes Of lovers with our hands reaching Out for the comfort of closeness. Outside, the clouds grow darker Heavy under the weight Of all we have left behind.
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