Tag: creative writing
member name: Steve M.
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January 12, 2007 05:30 PM EST --
This tale I have, it must be told,
For I am growing weak and old,
And not much longer may I sit
Before you now to tell of it.
Oh, one thing more -- just one thing more:
There's someone at my chamber . . .
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January 12, 2007 05:41 PM EST --
In the deepest night
She takes to flight
Pursued by that valiant man
Who sees with delight
The adventure tonight
Is the first of her glorious plan
To live in the spite
Of all those who might
Try to keep . . .
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January 12, 2007 05:57 PM EST --
The fire dripped slowly from the great below, splashing up and causing ripples in the captious steel streets. Housing projects bowed to the first of a hard, screaming siren. Those within the projects cowered . . .
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January 12, 2007 05:46 PM EST --
'Twas in the night -- the darkest night --
when Brother lost his mind.
I said I'd help him look for it
if he were so inclined.
He thanked me quickly; told me that
if men were all like me
we wouldn't . . .
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