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As his band stepped onto the stage, Tyrone stole a moment to sip his dirty martini. He ran his tongue along his upper lip as he admired the glass, savoring the lingering taste of the alcohol. With a contented sigh, he got up and walked onto the stage. Dur...

Anonymous

The County Fair -Chapter 1

After being laid off from her job, Songul decides to join the county fair.

Songul’s head spun under the glare of the different colored lights. She had only been to a county fair one other time in her life, and that was when she was a kid. Still, after being laid off from a job she had worked at for a while, it was refreshing to...

Home Late! - A sidebar

The bus trip home became very entertaining...

I had just sat down on the bus when I heard loud giggling from the upper deck. Followed by someone strangling a cat. No, it was a Rodgers and Hammerstein tune. A boisterous female came from the staircase. The singing cat made an appearance. She was totall...

“Nicole, is this yours?” Tara asked the next morning when she walked in holding a letter. “It has your name on it. Who is it from?” she asked as I took it. Dear Nicole, It’s hard to explain how you got these letters since I don’t have your address but the...

Miss Christie

It just isn't the same...

"They look like ants, bustling around out there," she mutters to herself as she looks out the window, down to the city below. Turning away, she finishes getting ready for her show, the final touch will come right before entering on stage right. There's a...

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To Sing Is To Be Free

oh just a little randomness while bored in math class....

To sing is to be free.Free from care-free from others thoughts on freedom,free to see and share-your sights with the world,and their sights with yourself.To open your mind and just let everything flow about,To open your eyes and see the truth,and the secr...

From Sisyphus: Nocturne

Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plight

When Dusk comes through the sky,her grey cape flowingfrom her back,she dims the dayand in the twilight air,the red clouds lowagainst the western sky,she brings the nightand sprinkles you, Dear Stars,as far as she can throw.Some say the night was oncea bla...