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member name: maria (lurking in the shadows of the night) B.
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January 15, 2007 05:55 PM EST --
Down
Down
Spinning round and round
Through a vortex, deep dark, dense
Lungs exploding
Crushing against my chest
Fear screaming a torturous sound
Eyes seeing all, the worst and the best
Escape
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January 15, 2007 06:02 PM EST --
Fury burns deep within
And Anger so benign does begin
Boils like a cauldron
Seething til it reaches the highest point
Brimming, Overflowing. Cascading, a
Volcanic eruption, spewing words
That never should . . .
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September 20, 2006 02:58 AM EDT --
It was dark and raining hard when Elspeth Sanders pulled into the driveway. The old house stood and looked menacing in the shadows of the lightning that flashed constantly, casting an eerie look about . . .
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December 04, 2006 05:29 PM EST --
I dream of climbing mountains high
Of swimming deep oceans as fish go by
I dream of green grass and windblown trees
Flowers fluttering in the breeze
I dream of children laughing at play
never . . .
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February 21, 2007 01:58 AM EST --
This year marks the seventeenth year of a mourning that never ceases:
Who is the one person in your life that after passing, lingers in your mind day in and day out? Who took you for who you are with . . .
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February 10, 2007 10:57 PM EST --
Annie Black was six years old. A pretty girl with dark black hair that sat on her shoulders, a rosy pink complexion and deep blue eyes. She was the youngest of six children. She lived in a housing commission . . .
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October 16, 2006 01:05 AM EDT --
I wrote this a few years ago when I was very angry. The selfishness and greed of some people is beyond me( and still is) A little caring and sharing can go a long way.
Darkness falls and I sit . . .
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January 09, 2007 06:23 AM EST --
Imagination is one of the greatest gifts a child could have. Here is a short piece that I have written as I remember when I was a child.
“Goodnight”my mother whispered as she put me . . .
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February 06, 2007 06:26 PM EST --
Anna and Hans Schmidt sat in the small lounge room of their flat going over the plans they had made. The news they had received a couple of weeks before had bowled them over. It wasn’t supposed to . . .
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