Tragedy and Unscented Fabric Softener |
..........................James Alwell and his sister Emma had lived with their grandparents since they were children. Their parents were killed in a fire that took their house and the only life the... Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 14:59:00 GMT |
My Fort (Revised) |
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Prologue: Account and Trial |
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Misery-(Mature content) |
The curtains parted as the girl of dreams walked onto the stage. Guilt and treachery followed the girl like an omnipresent shadow and scandal clung to her breath like the Plague. The peop... Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 06:03:00 GMT |
6:32 |
I whisper my secrets and wishes to them. They listen effortlessly, the trees are faithful and they will never share the things I tell them. I close my eyes and listen to the wind as its s... Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
Spectator |
My foster parents seemed to love me; they fed me and gave me a place to sleep. I would like to say they loved one another, but that is not the case. Most evenings their conversation... Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 03:41:00 GMT |
The Girl |
The sun that warmed the back of our necks is no brighter now than it was on that day, but when I look back and I see the faces of my friends I can't help but remember the way the sun made us sq... Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 06:31:00 GMT |
Magic dies |
This is shit, but oh well.I haven't written in a while. I don't think this new stuff is as good as before my most recent bout of writers block (Gayest crap ever.)------------The trees bend to the so... Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:58:00 GMT |
Portrait and Faith |
The silence was louder than anything I'd heard before it or since. It stole the night from the air and crushed it into a nothing ness that resembled a piece of hell. In the palm of it... Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 09:35:00 GMT |
Silence like the Dead |
He was lost in his head trip,had to talk to an expert.All the damned who had felt it,They did cry when they got hurt.In the eyes of another,He died as she smothered.All he'd felt in this bold world.No... Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 10:17:00 GMT |