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Chapter One: The Strange Birth

The night that she was born, the sky was littered with clouds that

Dear Winter,      You know this is around the time where I begin to, store away some food for

The alleyway is dark with a musty smell and the light comes from the street where HV’s go by with a quiet hum behind

"Most dreams are destroyed by reality".

02 December 2008

We’ve made it through October with Halloween treats adding a little extra padding around

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Your spectre has enveloped my days and nights. The stars may have blanketed the night sky on Thanksgiving, but it was

Standing in the middle of the living room, Frank lifted his eyes toward the ceiling. Someone was pummeling his home with a

a thousand times around the block

a kaliedescope of kink

so many unique fetish grooves

nowhere lies such a place

for dreams they are not real



empty tears roll d

   Jail is a great place to read a book.

   In six days and nights, between tiny fits of s

Gracelynn’s curly brown hair blew in the wind as she hopped from her parent’s car. Nearly dropping her binder a

I’m waiting here to die away slowly decaying fighting the pain for some reason death is making me stay watching the w

Behind the smile is a lonely girl. She puts on a show for every one around all smiles and laughter but in reality she’

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Moratorium

Cesar Pasquel stopped

using words one day.

He removed them

Love and Japan

By Stephanie Havel(pen name Yuki Yamada)

Chapter One

Acqua

Do you remember that tree in your backyard? That huge one – I think it was taller than your house, and maybe even tal

He sat on the doctor’s examination table, holding the back of the thin cloth gown tightly behind him as the doctor sh

Right – Roll call.

Consciousness stands at the front of the class, clipboard in one hand, pencil hoverin

Love is a masterpiece

Warming every room

Passing into each new bloom

Fearing what not t

Dusk it begins

The sound rushes in

It drowns out everything

It’s been a long day

The man in sunglasses, Dennis Hu

Switch my writing from left to right

and to the beat of a different drum.

My eyes are now wide op

Chapter 3: Frieda



Frieda had just done the stupidest thing ever. She’d just said yes. She ha

Chapter 1

Joyce’s frail hands were clasped across her chest. A journal, its leather

“In times of darkness, the world’s eyes are blinded. All they see is the darkness, wishing it to disappear and

singing through the questioning silence of Another, coming out of the breath of the earth and the fog, shifting the loose n

The Bane of the Dust-Maker

By C. M. Lanning

    Nights irritated me the most, made