Tag: love
group name: crimewritinghole
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October 07, 2007 09:36 PM EDT --
Wrote this poem in 2005
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I am your life, your greatest love
Everything you have ever done was for me
Either that or it was against me
Every breath you have taken . . .
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November 11, 2007 04:54 PM EST --
0630
“Everyone up and hit the showers, now.” . . .
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April 24, 2008 11:07 AM EDT --
This is a response to "xxx" a poem written by Greg Sampson. Click here to read it .
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What do you see
When you look at me?
No
Wrong Question
What do I see
When . . .
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December 28, 2007 11:37 AM EST --
Nearly twenty-five years ago, Casie Schwartz was a ten year old fifth grader enrolled in Washington D.C.'s public school system. Casie had been popular and well-liked, one of the few popular girls . . .
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April 09, 2008 01:08 PM EDT --
I hate no one. That is my creed, and it is my nature to love everyone in Christ. Yes, I am a Christian. You may call me an ultra-liberal conservative, or an ultra-conservative liberal. Your choice. Or . . .
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December 28, 2007 07:24 PM EST --
Dimitri Youngblood stared in shock at his victim-to-be. Kenneth Wilkinson seemed greatly at ease, and even amused at the killer's bewilderment.
"You've come to kill me, haven't you?" . . .
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October 08, 2007 09:02 PM EDT --
I actually have a melody and instrumentation in mind for this, If I get a chance I will record it as a video and post it. Please don't plagiarize.
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Broken box of chocolates open . . .
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October 09, 2007 06:47 PM EDT --
Good versus evil. Surely, everyone has heard that phrase now; it is so common as to have become nearly cliché. Nevertheless, as a people, we have always been fascinated with the concept of good and . . .
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October 08, 2007 09:11 PM EDT --
From me:
I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not
I don't care how much you know until I know how much you care.
Our wishes hopes and dreams reflect who . . .
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December 28, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
Jonas Ephraim had been a famous writer, publishing over fifty bestselling novels in various genres, some under pseudonyms, and over ten nonfiction works that were hailed as some of the greatest and most . . .
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December 28, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Natalie Schultz was in the briefing room with Casie Schwartz, who awaited the entrance of the Director with bated breath.
"Yikes," Casie said aloud. "The Director. I can't believe . . .
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December 29, 2007 12:13 PM EST --
Natalie Schultz was already on the phone, to 911.
"Help! We're at the Wilkinson house-it just exploded. There was a mixture of methane gas and oxygen that detonated resulting in a large fireball . . .
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December 30, 2007 01:03 PM EST --
Patricia MacLeod had been a white woman of average height-about 5'4". She had had fiery red hair, a vibrant colour that emphasized the pale blue of her eyes. She had led a rather unassuming . . .
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January 03, 2008 09:25 PM EST --
Casie Schwartz walked down the hall to the interrogation room. Her heart was beating fast, and she willed it to stop. She shut her eyes for a moment, shutting out the harsh fluorescent light. . . .
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January 01, 2008 11:46 AM EST --
The house loomed above the two murderers, but instead of being threatening or imposing, it was as a lighthouse beacon, welcoming, a refuge. Home. Dimitri Youngblood felt his heart beating faster. . . .
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October 05, 2009 10:41 PM EDT --
UNHOLY RUMINATIONS
Ylanne Sorrows
26 September 2009, 28 September 2009
Lights up on a solitary figure, GOD, standing in an empty void spangled with distant stars with . . .
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December 28, 2007 10:12 PM EST --
Casie Schwartz shrieked and turned to see her fiancé, Secret Service Special Agent in ChargeEugene Kaufman.
"Oh my god,"she said, gasping. "Don't ever do that again!" . . .
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December 31, 2007 09:12 PM EST --
Marianne Schwartz stared at her oldest daughter, and couldn't help remembering when Casie Schwartz was still a toddler, when Sharpay and Brittany were still on the way. Yosef Schwartz had . . .
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December 30, 2007 09:25 PM EST --
The tall woman sat at the desk in the dimly-lit mansion. Her black hair hung loosely down her back, her braid undone and her arms too tired to pin it into a bun. The desk was dusty from disuse, . . .
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December 31, 2007 11:25 AM EST --
Dimitri Youngblood didn't dare look back to see if Treali Storm was still accompanying him. All he knew was that Storm knew way more about his past than anyone, and much more than she should. . . .
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