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| Grammy's Grin
| | Serena could hear her grandmother chuckling in the bedroom that was adjacent to her own. She smiled,... | | Words: | 1706 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Peace Be Still
| | Discouraged I buckle & fall... | | Words: | 213 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Paper Chase
| | Last night I was approached by a melancholy apparition... | | Words: | 411 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Reverberating Sin of My Father
| | Canâ??t remember what you look like or even the way you smell Iâ??ve gazed upon many that fit the description but are any of them you, whoâ??s to tell? Iâ??ve told myself Iâ??m over it time and again... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Reality | | Updated: | 07-08-07 |
| Words: | 417 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Thoughts of a Cracker
| | My job is to keep the slave niggers in line and when they find themselves out of line, I am obliged to crack my whip over their sable flesh until the animal is properly tamed. This is what Iâ??ve been... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Political | | Updated: | 21-02-07 |
| Words: | 470 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Wildflower (Excerpt)
| | Chapter One ECHOES OF SIN (I have been injured and my blood is the color of charcoal. The ashy film leaks into my physical lungs as I inhale anxiety and exhale depression. I am lost and afraid, even... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 11-03-08 |
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