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StoryA Poem of a lost Soul annabellejane79112 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Monologue of Graham annabellejane79013 years 3 weeks ago

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A Poem of a lost Soul

He would scuttle up the pathway every fortnight. Knock. Knock knock, I would sense the coded acoustics; a sly viper in the grass, my claws clasped the knob. The door knob.

The Monologue of Graham

A gloomy basement. Through the darkness Graham jilts forward on a rocking chair. Through the course of the monologue Graham slithers to and from the window to look at the drizzle.