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To the Preacher who told us His women learn in silence: by ejeans
Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe everything we know is a misunderstanding. To put it in layman's terms: the collapse of everything, society and culture as we know it; it probably won't
i am probably the most delusional by selectives
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Predators by GJ
Sometimes, you'd say, you want something so badly you can't even see straight... I'd pretend to be sleep, waiting for you to go on but the next words must have caught on your tongue because
Pillow Talk by heartless
The clearing glows in the dusklight. The forest is dark as ever. But our lamps hold the shadows at bay. We paint ourselves with the colors of our houses; music plays through a set of big sta
Fear Not the Night by GJ
Will you dance with me? A simple lie, a little deception, just asking for your body. Hands on hands on skin pressed against skin Slick wet and love Wait. Love? What's love? It doesn't belong
Dance by AstridBRune
Hush hush (the new ribbons float in the wind) Avert your eyes (because they don't belong in this tattered world) Sweetness is without worth (and when you slip in stickiness,) What will you h
Syrup (and Lies) by AstridBRune
i am shamed, but not ashamed all shattered, always falling - held together by distant voices, an ether tether you threw me down - across the room splintered to the life i once knew (i am not
not ashamed by alida
You. I see you walk. Down a country road, Hair blowing in the wind, As the clouds build. Are. I see you speak. Calm and soft, Even as the grass shrivels, Even as the hells open up. My. I see
Tool by GJ
A dead opossum lies it's young in a line behind still waiting to cross.
Country Road by AxelRoerdan
Sewing a bit frantically, Phoenix Rose cursed as she stabbed herself with the needle yet again. Sticking the wounded appendage in her mouth with a muffled curse in Sheshawnii, she sighed hea
Thinking and Crafting by Jaire
Glancing about the cluttered tavern, it was times like these that Phoenix Rose wished she had someone who wasn’t a family friend, a family member, or an ally to chat with. It seemed that the
Distaste and Loneliness by Jaire
Writing is a lot like learning to drive a stick-shift in your mother's expensive car. People can tell you the basics, but it's really something you have to do on your own to get good at it.
My Thoughts on Writing by Tarantyll
Brandi sat at the barstool, having a sweet drink and some pleasant conversation to lift her spirits after a long, hard day of working on the farm. Before her Griffin cleaned some cups and Mu
Inspired by FunnyLove
Rock looked around as he entered Forget-Me-Not Valley's beach area. It was a beautiful day, with puffy white clouds hanging in the sky perfect for cloud-watching, the waves crashing against
Fishing Lesson by FunnyLove