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Last seen on Oct 20 8:41 AM.
Member since October 15, 2008.
- I am a
18 year old
person
- I have 2 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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Rimes of frost in the stillborn air
Mingle with bodies all around;
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October 7
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Upon their isle they lay in wait
Their voices singing of sweet sorrows,
My Stories
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"S-so, what do you think of it?" The realtor asked, jotting notes down on a pad in his hands. His fingers were bone-white, his teeth chattering in the chill December air.1
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The cracked plaster walls of the apartment building were covered in a dull-grey grit, smeared by dirt and blood. Flourescent lights swayed drunkenly overhead, spreading weak pools of light over the refuse scattered on the flo
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November 22, 2008. In 2000-5000 words, Apocalypse, Dark, Fiction, First person, Horror, Undead, Zombie
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The night was young, with a full fat moon hovering in the sky overhead, beneath a satin sky. I sat there, waiting by the gate-- tonight was
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