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Chapter 1: The Party
¯I’ll keep you my dirty little secret (dirty little secret)
Don’t tell anyone or you�

It was a noon on the plains of wisconsin, as the sun was high in the sky above Blair-Taylor High. Classes were going on as

Ugly, it is ugly. People all around are cast down in misery, dejection, pain, fear, loneliness and suffering. It’s an evi

Ate MacDonald’s, got fat, go figure!

So I’m at the bar the other night with my best friend Matt who’s just like me: three kids, pushin’ 30 and

Give me another chance, I’ll change!

Mother, I thought you loved me.

Cleaning up my fathers flagrant dalliances.

Walmart’s the place to pick up skanks,” blurted my buddy Matt, as we rolled into the parking lot on our banana

The Marshall Hardship

“Get out’a here, kid!” the store owner yelled. The kid ran from the store and d

Curtains Open: The Mind’s Monologue Begins!

Four marriage proposals, three messy break ups, and a total of seventeen over the top couples intent on making everyone aro

      Our national image is suffering. I do not understand the entire picture. I try. I read

Lost

Journal entry – 1
My name is…well, not too sure what my name is.  I know this is n

Nothing was left of her by the time he arrived but a silk dress the colour of a summer in the Queen Charlottes. Her mouth h

Misunderstood and misdiagnosed claimed my life,

torture THEN kill, are you dyslexic?

        Logan was a quiet kind of kid who wore khaki pants and a collared shirt, co

Kiesha hurried down a back alley on her way to the train station on Canal Street.  She knew it was a bit more iso

“Part One”
Shannon dreamed, created, inspired, then died.

“The Sequel”

“Part One”
Shannon dreamed, created, inspired, then died.

“The Sequel”

    The System shuddered in the darkness, creaking with the scrape of metal on metal and the soft hum o

The chairs were a nasty faded peach color. The walls were teal and only matched the chairs in ugliness. The people were nic

Don’t wake me when i die

Don’t wake me when i die

        A car backfires outside of Maverick Stangetti’s residential Colorado home

Once, not too long ago, on a cold and frosty morning, a large, elderly moose known as Deniigi to his friends was making his

                WORKING TITLE:

The WEIRD!, it flows through the Veins along side the Blood. Reaching every Pinnacle of the known Universe. Cl

I skipped a heartbeat. Then collapsed.