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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:40 pm
Poems, short stories, anything related to writing can go here. And also if you have an account on fanfiction.com and fictionpress.net you can put your link to your main page here.
And occasionally I will have, at random times, a literary contest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 12:01 pm
Maybe I'll post something here a little later.
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Maranda_Rossi Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 8:44 am
Zion Lyros Maybe I'll post something here a little later. Same here
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 8:48 pm
Here goes...
Quote: A single thread, floating as if nothing, arrives on the wind. It slides through the shifting rays of the sun and lands upon an outstretched hand, which grasps it. The pale hand seems suspended from nothing, the open window and billowing curtains masking whomever the owner was or is. That single thread, its color a deep red, started with a knot. The hand began to mold the thread into more. Two knots, than three, four, and five before long a minirature of a dragonfly was formed. But that is not possible, as a dragon cannot fly here. Here, where the sun shines yellow upon a green sky, clouds rolling their lazy way across the ever-present sky. A breeze picks up, born from the heat that stifles when felt, making its way to the window, giving flight to the knotted thread with wings. And so, that is how a simple piece of string becomes alive. All it needs is time and imagination.
Well, that was random. Hopefully it was interesting. Quote:
I would give you my heart but I don't now where it is. Have you seen it? It's as small as a mouse, fluttery like a bird, and whiter than the snow. No? You haven't seen it? Then I shall search some more, until I find who has it. That's why there is an empty hole in the middle of me. Someone, somehow, tore it out.
-sigh- This road is weary, full of lost souls and dust.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 5:40 pm
Something or other that i made randomly on my free time The steady rattle of rain filled the air. A car drove by, the wheels splashing water on the paved sidewalk. A brown stray, huddled underneath a bench, barked at something in the distance. One woman walked by, her silver hair plastered to her head. She looked at the dog and it whimpered and crouched lower to the ground when it saw her orange eyes. The woman continued walking and disappeared into the darkness, the rain masking the sound of her fading footsteps.
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