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the golden glow of the sunlight beats down upon her brow, glistening as she furrows it in concentration, gazing intently up

I didn’t know you

you there dressed to kill,

mortician’s makeup

hiding mott

The ogress does what ogresses can—

deeds quite impossible for man.

Appeals to ho

Catherine D. Hubbard

840 Holland Avenue

Webster Groves, MO 63119

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A friend is something many have

But is also greatly taken for granted.

In truth, when you don&rsquo

Alleviation

We once sat here—do you remember?—

In silence that was neither awkward nor

DEVOTEE

I’ve decided I’m going to start using this blog thing and make use of the fact that I’m completely anonym

It’s so simple, yet so undeniably difficult.

the second I saw you,

you were too good to be t

It all started with this cooky guy at my bus stop a few months ago.

We were the only ones around, and he takes

A finger raised to pink rose lips,

the dripping of the blood a grimace unfelt,

the soft delicate b

Time is the best healer

She allowed herself to burst into tears only when she left his tent. She had to be str

WELCOME TO HISTORY

That’s what I said on September 11, 2001, standing there wi

YOU

Here we are, together again

Longing has been replaced

With relief.

    It was October and 101* outside in the sun. The temperature difference in the shade compared to the suns

    Their conversation was getting deep. She could tell that he was different. He was actually an intellectu

    Specialist Allen, the MOS-T in her platoon, had it right. “What do you need civilian

The “Maidoon-ay Aftab”

The bazaar was buzzing, and the sun had been up for hours already. &nb

Dennis narrates.

DENNIS: In the days of the depression, there were only three professions that en

why do i love you
when you dont love me?
why do i need you
when you want to be free?
how can i win

Just wanted all the horror, fantasy, sci fi, and paranormal writers out there to be aware that the Winter ‘09 issue S

Dear Jud,

In The Lambent Light, Rod is a precocious teenager growing up in a lower-m

somewhere down that alley

the darkness it resides



the nature of its evil<

staring at the ground

to scared to wonder why



lost amongst the reasons

the silent beauty of his dreams

such thoughts he would not share



the mome

As the last chorus of the melody begins, my senses selectivley sharpen. I ignore the blinding lights, the imposing aud

As the last chorus of the melody begins, my senses selectivley sharpen. I ignore the blinding lights, the imposing aud

Dido’s Lament

           &nbs

Close the curtains

Ring the bells

Shut the doors and

Lock them well

Unloc

         The idea of the American Dream has been ingrained in our society and cultu