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Out Of The Darkest Mind. September 28, 2012 at 918 pm Heartache. Originally posted on Pulp City HCCs Online Creative Writing Site. Writing Prompt- I used to think. I used to think that my life was one big adventure. That nothing could derail the wild carefree ride I was on. Single, free and happy was my motto. But then my world came crashing down around my ears. My life felt like a burned out house, and I was standing in the smoldering ashes of it, shell shocked and completely alone. Snatch them up,.PARSED CONTENT
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Poems, Short Stories, Rants. 8220;To dwell on the past,. And taints the possibilities of the future. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.
This is a link to my Tumblr blog. Originally posted on THE ANIMAL SPIRITS. This post ponders the few Matadors who have choosen to walk away. Of a sentient, living being,. Stops in the middle of an unfair fight,.
Storms of the Crescent Moon, By Robert Stephen Herrick. When the winds whirl whipping sand and salt into the air,. The heart can grow callous like the stinging of windburn. That strikes lines upon the face and reddens the skin. From a chill of cold or from the searing of heat as both. Mix into each other perhaps day after day. Life is not meant to be punitive, yet corrections ought to be made. As the storms without can create a turbulence within, and many.