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Who We Were, Who We Are
Desperation, despair, grief. I write a poem to convey what once tore me in half. This is that poem. Please read it slowly.
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A Hard Home To Call Home
A short, pithy poem detailing my thoughts on my childhood in as few words as possible. If it sounds familiar, feel free to get in touch, it would be nice to hear from you.
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When it all turns Purple
Sex in a shed at four in the morning, yesterdays leftovers and a horrific case of domestic abuse. It's a regular day for our protagonist, but today might be the one he finally snaps. Graphic scenes of sex and violence, with a healthy dose of complete insanity, consider yourself warned.
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One Man In A Crowd Of Hundreds
After years of indifference, the face of a man caught in awful memory, upset carved into his features, pulls me from my everyday and stops me in my tracks, suddenly the world is a different place.
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Being opinionated is useful.
After being told I should be writer for a living, a train of thought turned into a trainwreck and I lost my cool, ranting about the industry in it's current state.This is the rant. Enjoy
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The lack of puntuation for me
Posted on Mon, 19 Aug 2013
The lack of puntuation for me worked well, like in a lot of novels it sets a fast pace and a coversational feel, meaning the reader is never caught on awkwardly slow dialogue because it's fully punctuated.
It kind of reminded me of a Will...
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