Animal (Chapter 18 - Part 2)
Peter stands on the stage, the child between him and his enemy. His eyes shine dark. He lets out a shrieking laugh as John nears. "That's far enough, one more step and I bleed him."
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Dirt: A Story of Revenge - Part 4/4
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Four Spiritual principle
Four Spiritual principles P K Routray Whoever you encounter is the right one, the person whom you come across even by chance is the right person, meant either to assist you in your mission
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Water Trickles
We prize ourselves with convenience a turn of tap rush of facet’s current for a bath
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The Box Office doesn't open until 10am (2nd edit)
The woman was undoubtedly on a mission as she strode through the foyer. Janie was determined to finish her e-mail before the woman approached her window.
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Dwellers of the New World Chapter Six ( Pt 7 ) Enquiring Minds
While the boys sat around talking of the escape, Dawson had other things on his mind.
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Rape
The shy flame of the candle, virgin demeanour, Struggles in the forest of the night, The passing wind steals solitary glances at her, Outside the trees and the rain Whisper and wait,
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Great Aunt Zelda
Afternoons, I’d climb on her bed, brush her hair...
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On Writing
My thoughts are not Flowing From my fingertips. Clammy palmed I Clunk the keys With hands which Do not meet My mind and think Of nothing more than The side of the chair as
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