THIS ACCOUNT IS MIGRATING

Today i am closing this account. It was opened to test waters. Now that I see people will actualy like my stories and style of writing I will be consolodating all accounts across all the websites I'm on under a single name Please look for and watch...

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Poem #69: Inside of a Box

_Inside of a Box_ Batches of boxes, Packing peanuts and tape, Gasoline and cash, Fill up the week to come. Packing away things Used everyday fills The day and passes away. Keys, cleaners and sweat Could fill the rooms and Hallways of each new...

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Moving Accounts

I no longer go by AllieFlendor. I now go by KrystalsCatastrophe. I'll be making a new account shortly. Feel free to join me~

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finding where i belong

Finding where I belong "Well that's the end of that I guess." I walk down the street towards my apartment a pinkslip held in my hand. "It figures that this happens now. Just when I had started to look for a car." I had a job in the ER at the hospital....

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Moving Reality (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The crow stared intently at the couch, glancing back up to the door frame before another annoyed glare settled down into the stained fabric. She looked over to the hyena, "Steven, how badly do you want this thing at your next place, really?"

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Moving on.

I'm invisible, to him. I no longer exist. I know it's time, To move on to something better; To stop being stuck in the past, And dwelling on what can't be changed. I tug and I tug At my heart, But it won't seem to budge. I just need to...

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Finality of Moving (Otherwise Untitled)

~ Into the darkness of the night that followed, the wolf stared in silence up to the pale ceiling as he stretched out to his full length atop the meager pile of heavy blankets he'd arranged on the floor of the apartment bedroom. Even without the aid of...

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Moving On

The pain, The anguish. He pushed it aside, Surprising himself. A single tear dropped, Yet again Unheard as it Splashed into the pool. "A pool of... my tears?" He said aloud, Jumping at the sound. It had been so long Since last he...

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Snow

I hate moving. I don't like leaving behind people that I've only just gotten a chance to get to know; friends that I've just made. I should be used to uprooting at a moment's notice by this point, but it's not natural for me, not even in the slightest....

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The Game

The Game by Pent Ghelsburg Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. They are the original and rightful intellectual property of their creators. I use...

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Moving Day

Todd dropped the heavy box of books he had been hefting on the second floor stair landing and mopped at his brow with his coral-colored bandana, stuffing in into his back right pocket when he was done. "Four story walk-up didn't seem like such a bad...

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Brothers: Chapter one, Moving On

"You lazy, good for nothing-LENKA!" Jurek called for his brother, fuming that he was being forced to pack everything into the moving truck by himself. Despite the extra work of loading boxes alone, the Rottweiler was happy. He was finally moving out of...

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