Passions in Prose |
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A novel: part 1 |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York ![]() |
She stood there staring unwelcome in a room full of shattered glass. A mirror hung askew, as if the earth had just rumbled through town. Roses, red roses in a crystal vase sit undisturbed in a path of disaster. Without hesitation tears formed at the corners of her eyes, stopping to peer over the brim to peek at the rollercoaster they were about to embark on. An emotional ride they took down the hills of her cheeks, and the moguls of her lips. Falling six feet to the glass laden floor. There they rested forevermore. On the glass that revealed a troubled mistake. Her skin crawling, as shivers of fear run down her spine. She breathes in shallow breaths of subdued reality. Love, |
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Jeffrey Carter![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
gimme MOREEEEEEEEE! |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
gasp...this is amazing. and I don't use that word often. |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Look for the final version: no evil(posted in passions in prose) and in critical anal. Roses, crashing to the ground. |
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