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Hipster Dog
This picture is adorable. I hate it. So, how about no Hipster dog. Just don't. I'm actually no the biggest fan of little fluffy white...
Photo Short Story
She reminded him of his mother. They looked absolutely nothing alike, but there was something about the lines of her face. The crinkles...
Haunted House -- A Narrative Poem
In a dark room of an old and haunted house Lived a small child all alone in the world. This child had no friends or pets; not even a...
"If your fears and dreams exist in the same place, would you still go there?"
Our dreams and fears do exist in the same place, which we never really leave because it's a part of us. We don't get a say in the matter....
Elizabeth I -- A Narrative Poem
There’s a Tower on the bank of the river With ghosts who make people shiver Many people have been locked in this tower By whoever...
The Sandbox Witch -- A Children's Poem
There once was a house among trees With a garden and a soft breeze, And a sandbox beside it , With tree shadows stretching over the pit....
"Time heals all wounds."
Does it, though? I mean, sure, that wound may no longer be gushing blood and life threatening, but it's still there. It's a scar that...
The Sort of Dark -- Free Verse Poem
it’s the sort of dark that smothers with a lack of movement that seems to strangle your screams it’s the sort of night that frightens and...
Rainy Days
I love rainy days; Without the sun's blinding rays. Rain against the glass, Damp hair on every lass... Rain, rain, come this way. I love...
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