Tag: short story
member name: Thomas W.
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July 03, 2008 06:20 PM EDT --
"Run, or cry . Your choice."
Chuck's voice was Confidence Incarnate--too many stompings, not one with him on the receiving end.
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June 14, 2008 01:27 AM EDT --
...and i knew none of it was so.
took a turn down that secret road
lined by frost;
made amends
with my hated fathers.
my body went warm when
the wind whistled a vicious ditty;
against . . .
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August 03, 2009 05:08 PM EDT --
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July 25, 2008 09:20 PM EDT --
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
this is the Myspace Blog i've been trying to dig up all day. it belongs on Gather, or my name is Earl.
Monday, May 28, 2007
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June 11, 2008 09:14 AM EDT --
isn't it odd:
we look for light while clutching a lamp,
our hardest gaze is glare,
and
we look for light.
it isn't odd.
we are all amok, and an answer is inside.
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July 30, 2008 05:20 PM EDT --
he came before them, harp in hand. the fire danced betwixt. an owl hooted--guarded; low. a spark amidst the sticks
decided. -instantly, it lept: a'lighted on his sleeve. . . .
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July 28, 2008 05:41 PM EDT --
That we were wide awake was of no import. That Uriah knew of them meant little. That he had told me enough to convince me was irrelevant; that I sat beside his . . .
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