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he writes me by sto67, literature

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he writes me

he writes me as if each letter was the last in recorded history. like literature would deign to disappear without so much as a wave of goodbye- and i hang off his every word; catlike concentration pawing the loose threads of his conversation. he doesn't speak in rhyme (nor reason sometimes), but his words speak to me louder than a shot of epinephrine and excites me just as well; like it fills my arteries with a longing to share your heartbeat and breathe your air- but then it's gone. like a warm bathroom vapour dispersing out through the open door; the comfort fades and all that's left is the cold condensate dripping

Mellifluent Water by Swiss-Dilettante, literature

From Hunt to Table by Synnic, literature

Joy in Sorrow by SilverInkblot, literature

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Joy in Sorrow

i. A simple backflip to tease the audience – now take a deeper breath. ii. A beat of silence; the audience hanging on. The clowns know you're there. iii. Do not twist that way before the tall man in black walking on crutches. iv. Look up – but not down. Let go if you want, but the net won't save you now. v. Youthful insurgents flip together in perfect synchronization. vi. A railway station. A goodbye, a torn letter. The snowfall was never so cold.

The Dragon's Cry by nrdcoyne, literature

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The Dragon's Cry

The Dragon's Cry A single roar resonates for miles around, echoing through the mountain-side as the leaders cower in terror from the fury. Rising from the murky waters of the river breathing fire over all that it despises, the dragon aserts its' power. The libraries are left untouched while the scholars flee for their lives, precious tombs are left untouched. A few stand behind the angered creature awed by the courage and rage before them, they are the protected ones. As the musicians continue playing the beast blows smoke into the gates of the prisons, almost as if trying to cause chaos. The music calms the dragon and it low

A Shooting Star by thespes, literature

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A Shooting Star

She had never understood why people sometimes said the stars were cold. She understood how the moon could be cold; it could drop down to -150 degrees Celsius at night, but stars? Stars were burning gas. They could never be cold, or so she thought; however, as Renee stood in the graveyard, she understood. It was noon in the middle of July and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Renee didn't feel the heat. She didn't know how she could ever feel again. One year. That's how long they were married. 365 days. George, her husband, had started feeling bad a few we

Damn Sexy Zombie Killers by Lucy-Merriman, literature

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Damn Sexy Zombie Killers

WARNING: I have removed the "mature content" filter so non-deviants (specifically, cast members) can read the script without getting an account. HOWEVER, this film script still contains bawdy language and violent content. So, consider yourself warned. Characters in Order of Appearance Blake Lafinsky A bro with a penchant for heroic monologues Louis Clark Blake's British best friend who is occasionally broish. He has a monocle. Headless Zombie It likes to eat brains. Helen Troy A slightly hipster girl who's very angry Carla Sholtz A Middle-Aged to Elderly woman with mood swings Sally Hudson A narcissistic, obsessive almost-zombie