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Twelve years is a long time: You come back to the puzzled expressions of aged friends. They mock you with that stare that says: He looks familiar—Do I know him? It’s just you and your sweet little epiphanies, blooming in the thickened air.
They took me from my home and family, my life and friends, and let me rot underneath their truth. The other humans think they understand the world and the universe, but they have it wrong.
A pale-faced woman gives me that haunting look: I can’t escape the memories or the pain that follows. Sweet, Sweet, Deirdre; the only woman I’d ever loved; in th
by ~DarkGan
Father's PictureFather’s Picture.Father's Picture
You’re gone now Mother, and I can’t seem to find you. Is this some joke, some sick form of your belligerence? Please answer me; I only want to see your face again. Dad seems worse than usual without you—he drinks all day—and in the evening, sits in his room and yells things I don’t quite understand. We need you.
Letter in hand, I crossed the simple greenery of the lawn. It was four months since Mothers disappearance. Father and I woke up to an empty house—Mother was gone—And the only thing she left was Father’s wedding band. Poor Father, I thought. The torment had driven him into seclusi
by ~DarkGan
Short Story--No TitleMarie stood above the hollows of the world. The Black Winds screamed below her as the tired animals were torn apart. The air was unbearable to breath, thick and yellow with ash and grimace. The tree’s sagged to the ground and shed their withered leaves. A tear fell from Marie’s heartwarming face. She never frowned. Off in the distance her son Alexander called her impatiently. She mourned silently, as well as she could, and escaped to Alex’s calling. “I was looking everywhere for you—I’m hungry—Make me something for dinner?” Alex said.Short Story--No Title
“Of course—Is cornbread and chili alright?” Alex sighed and
by ~DarkGan
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Crazy Things -:- Ch. 1 Alexa lazily stood up from the couch and walked towards the front door. She didn’t bother straightening her tank top, or her pants, which hung low on her hips. She was in no mood and she really did not care. She opened the solid wood door and her heart jumped as she saw the familiar face. A smile of anticipation came upon her face as she opened the screen door to him.Crazy Things -:- Ch. 1
He looked at her with his rich green eyes and smiled politely. He wore a blue t
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- Current Residence: Logan
- Interests: Writing, Movies, Music, and Drawing
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko, Memento, Memento, K-Pax, and American Beauty
- Favourite band or musician: Tool, A Perfect Circle, Nine Inch Nails
- Favourite genre of music: Anything that makes me think
- Favourite artist: DaVinci, Luis Royo, and Rembrandt
- Favourite poet or writer: Orson Scott Card
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- Favourite style of art: Realistic, Abstract... Pretty much anything
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- Favourite game: Metal gear solid
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Peter Griffin
- Tools of the Trade: 3.2 Ghz Laptop, 4x6 tablet, prismacolors, and my trust pencils
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