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Three Cheers for PoisonJuliet! the songs croon at me with soft male voices-- Romeos without swords. I am tired of those names: foolish lovers done in by simple mistakes.Three Cheers for Poison
by ~Winterfang
Public Indecencynaked and nervous, embarrased-- humiliated but for the disinterest of others. shoulder hunched against an imagined, but curious, eye. a blatant indiscretion of a debased mind gone unnoticed.Public Indecency
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Intervention“You’re a filthy, wrong-minded, heathen, hell-bound evil-doer and an affront to the sight of God!” “Um…excuse me?” Robin had no fucking clue what was going on. He had been sitting on his couch, quietly watching some show about horrific plane crashes, when Desmond burst into the room and started shouting at him.Intervention
“Robin. Please. We’re reasonable guys, you and I. Friends. How long have we known each other?”
“Like a year, maybe?” Robin turned off the TV and settled all his attention on his little ranting friend. Sighing, he reflected that this woul
by ~Winterfang
The Liar: Chapter FourteenThe Liar Chapter FourteenThe Liar: Chapter Fourteen
The airport was like most airports. Crowded, dirty in the way that most public spaces are, and smelling overwhelmingly of anxiety. It reminded the man walking towards the baggage pickup of an ant farm, in that there were a lot of bodies frantically rushing about. The difference between the two being, of course, that ants knew what they were doing. He kept the smirk off his face.
The man’s immaculate leather shoes picked their way across the terminal and then he stood perfectly straight, staring at the baggage going past. Had anyone bothered to look at him, they would have thought
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A Haiku. Really.Five syllables here And then seven go here, yeah Fuck this, I'm going freestyle and you can't stop me.A Haiku. Really.
by ~eveh
ResurrectionRemember that hole in the ground, The one we always used to walk around? Yeah, you know, the one we couldn't see the bottom of. Well, you've probably been wondering where I've been for so long...I fell in. Just kinda casually fell in. It wasn't altogether uncomfortable. Actually, some parts were downright pleasant, And as for the darker and lonelier spots, Well, I fell through them soon enough. My fall was slow enough so I didn't panic. Hell, I wasn't even worried. When I hit the bottom, it didn't hurt. I wasn't scared. Some of our friends tried to throw me lifelineResurrection
by ~RavenBrain
Goth-BoyIn gray morning fog, on field side bleachers Goth-boy sits alone Swing-sets still, slides forsaken Geese honking cold and high.Goth-Boy
Matching-top girls sashay past For bragging boys aswaggering Whistles, giggles, hackysacks Goth-boy listens alone.
On season-sanded, carved-heart planks Goth-boy stands and turns Shakes the flaps of black duster coat Face to the sky, ivory neck Goth-boy sings alone.
Like Isaac Newton hooting horray Goth-boy springs aware
Black buckle boots, shining silver rings Heading past they ivy brick Goth-b
by ~RavenBrain
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