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StoryCalling Kilb50135 years 11 months ago
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StoryI Breathe Shannan312 years 11 months ago
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StoryYou are the last of them lavadis712 years 11 months ago
StoryI Am Still Me cynthiae77712 years 11 months ago
StoryCathedral Window. ScoZen1412 years 11 months ago
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StoryOver it! cynthiae77212 years 12 months ago
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My collections

My stories

I Am Still Me

My father lost his sight in an accident when I was a child. I remember being scared and not understanding. This poem is an interpretation of my father explaining his blindness to me.

Grave Obsession / Chapter 6

Michael and Bryn receive a mysterious package.

Over it!

Tears falling from eyes unseen, distorted perceptions of what used to be a dream. Reality finally settling in, no longer searching for what could have been.

Death

Death has come knocking once again I don't know, should I let him in? He has been at my door twice already I send him away, I'm not ready. It's only a matter of time before he comes back

The Accident

Rain pounding, a wind howling roaring through the night. Clarity gone, a bitter tone replaced by a sinful fright. Red flows, a lifeless glow never again to see light. He cried,

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