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AGE: 22
LOC: Mount Pleasant, NC
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 16

I’m a young writer from the south. I mainly write in the Southern Gothic Genre, but I’ve branched out here and there.

My writing serves not to soothe, relax or ease my reader’s minds. My writing will usually leave you melancholy and brooding. It is with great delight I share my world as I see it with you. Take care not to laugh at any part, as these stories will certainly haunt you.

I’m 19, a boy with big black eyes and blacker hair, a dark, old soul with a few eccentricities and even fewer smiles.

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Short Story / First Snow
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When Jenny pulled her key from the lock, she tugged the knobs to make sure the steady red church doors were locked and held in place. Then she pulled her shawl tight across her back, and held her choir books close to her body. The sky shone above like a milky onion soup; a haze of cream and brown. The wind was picking up as she stepped down the steps and onto the concrete. She removed a strand of red hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. She looked down at her new boots she had br...
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Short Story / Carribean Tryst
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“Are you sure Eskarne?” She asks, her hair falling over one shoulder in a tight braid. The red of it looked like flames consuming her neck. Her eyes were shaded in big, oversized black shades that had recently came back into fashion. Her lips were a shade of pink toned flesh that only is begotten from heavy kissing. She wore no lipcolor over it in an acute awareness of her beauty and power. No line or blemish on her face was shaded by her with concealers or cremes, although her eyes were kept...
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Short Story / Jacob
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Jacob stared across the table, blank eyes slanted from the shivering in his body that had her cheeks piled high on their frame. The ceiling fan blew cool air onto them. "Can't we turn that damn thing off?" Hismother stopped stirring the dishwater in a pot that had somehow amassed a ring around the inside, and turning towards Jacob, rolled her eyes. Then she opened her mouth, with silver needles in her voice, "No. You wouldn't be so cold if you weren't dressed like a prostitute." Jacob ignored...
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Short Story / My Katrina Story
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I have my last memory of Anna. I see her in the little garage at her house. I can only speculate as to what she was doing and thining, but I bet it was something like this. Anna tucked a handful of nails into her apron pocket as she grabbed the hammer off the shelf. Her mind was made up. She'd have to stay. She'd outlast this storm. She went forth ou of the cool darkness of the little garage into the bright light of day. The day was young, beautiful, and haz. Hardly any sign is here of the s...
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Short Story / A different sort of vacation
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She slammed the keyboard against the back of the desk. "Damn." She got up, collected herself, her knuckles still throbbing from the sudden rush of rage. She found him in the kitchen. "What the hell are you doing?" Her husband looked up at her. "I'm tired." She could feel the leftover anger in her forehead throbbing out. "That doesn't explain anything." He looked up from where his head had laid on the table. "It does." She walked over to him and took the bag off the table. Inside was a white ...
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Quotes / Skinny Bitch
by BBWZRUL
I'm for sure going to remember this one. It makes me think about Nicole Richie. I like it.
Poetry / Washing
by jaugne
This was very intense, and the title, while relevant to the poem, did little to tell me what was to come. However, I really liked the suprise of the poem. As it moved from the washers cleaning another grimy New York square, to the intensity of the suicidal thoughts of the narrator, it held my attention after the first measure. It was a bit difficult to get into, but by the end, you held my attention firmly until finish. It's superbly moving in it's exchange of details from past and present, ...
Flash Fiction / Atomic Love
by The_August_Kid
I think this is an excellent flash fiction piece. It was interesting play between the title and the narrative. For example, Atomic Love gives the idea that this piece is a passion piece, however, we see by the end, that the atomic title can be taken literally. It seems like an very good flash fiction piece because of it's continuity, briefness, and intimate moment that it captures between the couple in bed. From the bed, it transitions seamlessly to that morning, where the narrator researche...
Poetry / DREAM
by mydarkdoor
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Poetry / Black
by mydarkdoor
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