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Amanda Stockton 🖤🔥 Sep 4
Frost permeates my being and my heart begins to under the pressure of the emptying cavern that is my life. Cells rupture and veins solidify. My hands are useless. Fingers too numb and stupid to hold a pen. All I have left are words. And they too abandon me.
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Sir Dennis, "The Surrealist" Sep 5
Pointing to the blue child in the drawing mom asked, "Who is this?" She closed her grey eye saying, "Andrea." Mom points to the gray child, she closed her blue eye saying, "Andrea," again. Her mother's thoughts began to an idea. Nothing is quite what it seems.
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D R Forest Writes Sep 4
After the Amazon burned & the planet was ravaged by the effects of global warming - few survived. Earth is different now - a new ice age where madness consumes those that stare into the vast blank space. My tundra tears as I think about what we've done.
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David Lewis Pogson Sep 5
When the cops finished I returned to the bar. "How do you feel?" "It's starting to but I Can't Really Yell, Shout, Talk A Lot. I've Zero Emotions." "Drink this. It's shock. You could have been killed." "Yes, it was nearly a case of 'Farewell My Lovely'."
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kn0wmad1c Sep 4
No one would guess that when she died, she would . It was a kind of mutation. Her skin hardened and became preserved. Every museum for years claimed her, and generations came to see the Rock Lady. And she saw them, unmoving, alive under the petrification.
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Lundybreeze Sep 5
After reading the coroner's report and learning how she had died my blood began to boil. The following days would include much soul searching and lots of tears. In the end my intentions would and I knew what must be done. No more sitting on the fence.
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AIA Percussion 13 Feb 16
IN FACT, the snares .. next public performance at
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Tafari Nugent Sep 5
Laxya realized the crash caused the ships engine’s to , she needed Dranium in order to get off this forsaken blue planet, the air was poisoned, much worse it was done by the populace of the planet. She knew she’d find no intelligent life. # BraveWrite
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Sang Kang 8 Apr 17
At the , local attractions blasting soundtrack! Awesome.
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The Human Condition Sep 5
Let it form, near its core, we ask more, we pay in poor, we ask the Lord with pretty please, but does it heal in a world so surreal, where the rich can steal, birth a new heir, people in prayer best be prepared, nature in despair, the Devil in his chair
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honneylove.poetry Sep 5
I meditate Bring peace To my chaotic Scrambling mind The word mutates Thoughts crystalize Finally a poem is born
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CRLeeWrites Sep 5
“Hatter, why do I need to drink this?” asked Alice as she held up the ornate bottle. “Your thoughts will into mushrooms then the Red Queen can’t read them.” “That doesn’t make any sense.” “The best ideas never do.”
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Sean Hanson Jul 12
So happy to see loves Owl City as much as me!
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GMU Indoor Drumline 6 Mar 16
With a score of 82.15, GMU has finished their first WGI show earning 1st place!!! ...
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@JoelRHunt Sep 5
Everything seemed so clear when she had woken up. It had all made sense. Now, despite her efforts, the thought wouldn't in her mind. Only doubt and uncertainty. Oh well. Maybe once she'd murdered her parents, she'd remember why it felt so good in her dream.
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Devilline Stone Sep 5
His eyes barely started to out of the void when I reached for him. It had been hundreds of years,but I knew his body, knew where to touch. He spent his time invisible because it didn't matter anymore.The eyes forget. The heart does not.
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Noorminded Sep 5
The soldiers would arrive any moment. He rubs the two crystals together, grinding them to dust. He snorts the dust as the first powersuited soldier crashes through the wall. Time and space , then shatter. He kisses purple, and the soldier drifts apart.
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Adora Michaels Sep 5
We stand hoping our sacrifice was sufficient enough in the cold dark of evening as beads along the forest roots hardening into a deep rock of ruby. Tears fall and slide off the surface shining red. The ruby cracks.
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Alisa Williams Sep 5
Replying to @RedGypsophila
Hidden safely in their burrow The gnomes' plans By dawn sun if all goes well They'll ensure that a witch dies The elder gnomes fritter and fret Their losses will be great But for freedom all they risk Will grant them a better fate /5
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Kevin is trying to write again Sep 5
The men with the torches closed on Mina and Carmella. They stank like fish and whale guts, and most had flabs of oozing sores on their faces and necks. Mina raised a hand against the torches. From a dozen paces, the heat made her skin . "About that plan?"
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