Hold On

Frozen in the panes of glass, Guilt of our century lives on. It chills us to the core, and recalls the mighty beast. Living for the great today, our souls linger in the static; held together through the dust of a promise's last reverb. I...

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Conversation Practice - 1

"That's what I mean! How did you know?" The question lingers, as most of Hound's tend, until Scruffy's eyes have had their lap around their sockets. Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Scruffy says, "Why do you ask the most simplistic questions?" "Why...

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Foot Falls (Hold My Hand)

Leaves falling down. Brown leaves, pale green leaves, purple leaves. The wind picks up. Lakes start freezing. The waters grow cold. Ice is forming. Rain is transforming into snow flakes. A slow transition. The days grow bleak. Warmth leaves the air,...

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Burdens - Chapter 58: Free Flow

Chapter 58: Free Flow It felt to Roger that fate was conspiring against him. Everything that lead up to this point seemed to be for naught; that it created a situation that merely taunted him with his desires dangled in front of him. It was...

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Breaking Free

"So where you headin', Mr Majd, sir?" The Cabwolf leaned back in his chair, adjusting his paws on the steering wheel and shooting a glance back at the small Fennec fox who sat on the back seat of the taxi, his arm around his briefcase. "Home." He gave...

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Hands//Paws - A Poem

Hands aren't meant to feel this weird I'm not meant to spend all day looking They're not meant to rash They're not meant to bloody They're just supposed to be, Another part of your body That we use as tools, To try not to damage Too delicate,...

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Free Running (Book7, Chapter8)

Chapter -8- Free Running _Friday, July 16, 2049 - 8:40pm CDT Chicago, Illinois_ ... **James Parker sat up in bed.** He looked around the dim room then reached over and felt a warm body. He moved towards it, pressing his chest against her back....

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Isle Dreamscape

Forever out of reach, White sands covered in green. Strangely enough on these seas, Tropical though they be to these eyes of mine, Every single one holds nothing but pine. So I marvel at impossible trees, And waters that hold a perfect sheen,...

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Suicide

Suicide..so taboo, eh? when we think about death...we are scared. is there a god? will i be happy? will i go to hell? will it hurt to go? will i just rot in the ground? these and more we ask ourselves. we all die..eventually. but some people are filled...

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Heaven's Vixens song book

Heaven's Vixens song book by Night's Angel LIVE ROUND It's the end for you and I. The time has come make the final bet. There's no turning back now. So load it with a live round And give that wheel a spin I'll lay it all out on the line This...

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Moonlight Lovers

Oh, ballad of old Telling tales so oft told Grace us with your stories once more Of a time that has come and gone; existing no more A quiet story of a young and tender love Pure and gentle as the moon high above Two young souls Tied together by...

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Free-dumb...

Free-dumb... Shadows look like you as memories turn I look into the remains, watching worthwhile moments burn Rage takes me to a quiet corner to find my mind Among the clearly dark, I pull out past actions, all unkind The mountains...

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