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the coldest night.

Dirty little secrets always find their way out, riding on harsh little tongues and laced between fingers. The words hit your ears and you can't help but enjoy the liquid nitrogen running through your veins; can't wait to spew the words back and start more fires. "So this is really over?" "Yeah. Really over." "...Thank you." Sometimes bad things just happen and all you can do is kill off your brain cells and slowly disintegrate, piece by piece, into the sticky-sweet pool of sugar from which you were born; until there's nothing left. So I'll say my goodbyes and try to find my way home in the dark; you blew out my candle when you said 'go

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Six Word Story by wh0rem0ans, literature

The Reaper's Loot by Mordial33, literature

Literature

The Reaper's Loot

Of war, of war this day I write, Of battle and blood that is shed in the night, Of cries and screams, of blood and pain, I wish this night to become day's light. The pain, the pain of the killing pursuit, The scars etched upon berserker brutes, The hate and fear of fire and lead, I see the fruit of the reaper's loot. Oh fire, oh fire and destruction's start, Oh copper and lead seeking the foes' hearts, Oh flesh and bone you sought to rend, And as their souls depart, The devil sees your new art.

The Siren's Call. by Oilux, literature

Literature

The Siren's Call.

The Siren's Call. Bright pink lips, booty shorts, a bikini top. She gestures wildly, beckoning every person to have a dance with her. Another drink goes down and I'm pulled into her dance where hips thrust wildly and hands roam everywhere. Yet when lips meet, it's hollow and broken sloppy and careless no spark or real feelings. I don't walk away or even pull apart. Our limbs mesh together more and even though it's full of sweat and nothing more than heat I cannot bring myself to turn away. This Siren has captured me, and for the rest of the night I'm hers.

Clueless by Poetrymann, literature

Literature

Clueless

Mrs. Peacock tucks away a knife. Miss Scarlet lingers in the parlour, Chatting merrily to Mr. Plum, As Mr. Green sits, chewing on his pipe. And Colonel Mustard is cleaning his revolver, Lingering over coffee in his room. A sudden shot echoes in the room Where Mrs. White is hiding with a knife. Colonel Mustard empties the revolver And puts the bullets in the parlour, Startling Mr. Green who drops the pipe And stumbles, reaching for a plum. Miss Scarlet is in love with Mr. Plum And slips away to await him in her room Where she finds the butler, bludgeoned by a pipe; And another body, bloodied by a knife Is discove

Recycled 2 by AlecBell, literature

As yet, untitled by tinasam, literature

Day 01: Introduction by hallo-ich-Liebe-dich, literature

Necropolis by AlecBell, literature

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Necropolis

The city of hollow stones … you've visualised it, far distant, as your night thoughts writhe toward those dreamscapes denied you by the stubborn absence of sleep. Pyramids, obelisks, hollow shrines, all tokens of divine possession. In this city, those who are not possessing have been possessed. This valley of departed kings has long since succumbed to the sand blasting of desert storms, buried deeply now beneath an ocean of dunes. Still the lost city's blind gods watch over the emptied spaces jealously. Here past and future will never part company, fused in stasis.

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