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Alabama7 months ago in Animals & Plants
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stand tall, my friends3 years ago in Spirit Day
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i gotta move on dear1 year ago in Animals & Plants
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fallen angel1 year ago in Other
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Hide Away6 months ago in Animals & Plants
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Jimohnny3 years ago in People
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so full of hate .4 years ago in Animals & Plants
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band drabble: paintball fight"BOOOOOB" The skinny drummer screamed as his fellow drummer hit the ground, a yellow paint mark on his chest signifying he'd been hit as the Rev barrel-rolled towards him, yelping as a green mark suddenly exploded across his ass. He turned to clutch his ass as his teammate snickered, waving her paint ball gun before darting forward to nail johnny knoxville in the forehead with a pink paintball.band drabble: paintball fight2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"LOOKIN GOOD, KNOXXY!" came the voice of one Johnny Christ, also referred to as short shit as he came barreling in, waving a sawed off shotgun as his paintball weapon of choice (being the only thing that actually fit him). "C'mon Dollie, Gee and Mikey
Commission: King10 months ago in Animals & Plants
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Kitteh2 years ago in Animals & Plants
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Commission: Misfit Twins10 months ago in Animals & Plants
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GASLIGHT5 months ago in Animals & Plants
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GIFT - Bear6 months ago in Animals & Plants
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The Butterfly Project4 days ago in Other
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Diesel Decay2 years ago in Animals & Plants
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Denver Max10 months ago in Fantasy
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THE OSSUARY KEEPER1 year ago in Fantasy
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My StoryI'm from Wright Street in Lock Haven,My Story4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Half an hour away,
From my grandparent's old farm in Unityville.
I'm from bike wrecks and muddy jeans,
Playing in the yard and tucking rocks into my pocket,
Much to mom's dismay.
I'm from the porch swing where my feet have worn grooves into the wood over time, and the chains always creak hello.
I'm from watermelon and freeze pops,
Barbecues and picnics up at my aunt's pool,
Trying not to spill Huggies in the water,
And splashing around to beat the heat.
I'm from pumpkin pie and apple cider,
Trying to act unafraid at Spook Haven.
I'm from Sunday dinners after church,
Sitting with my family a
broken wingsmute witness to a world of sinsbroken wings4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her words are trapped deep within.
forced harlot to the beast himself
a fake smile and hidden scars carved deep
twisted love shattered her, bruised her
scarred her until she couldn't find herself
the lies built a wall, then a room
a gilded cage for a soiled dove
she doesn't understand how life got this way
she just wants something to take away the pain
can you see her, can you feel her?
the angel girl with the broken wings.
she screams in the night, terrified
as the dreams haunt her with her master's face.
can you see her, can you feel her?
the angel girl with the broken wings.
size brings no sa
Everything's An IllusionEverything's An IllusionEverything's An Illusion4 months ago in Drama More Like This
He thought he saw a man in a dirty trench coat. There, on the side of the California highway, perfectly outlined against the canopy of redwood trees laid out behind him like a painting. And… he was just standing there, his head tilted upwards towards the blue sky up above, arms swaying slightly at his sides. Of course he only saw a glimpse of this in the rear view mirror of the ’67 Chevrolet Impala, before his foot was scrambling towards and slamming the brake down, the screech of tires as the car came to a stop all too common in his ears. He looked up Into the mirror again, but saw right away the spot p
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