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  How To Handle A Cheat

  

  By Dead-eyed-Author, London, United Kingdom

  Ok, it's happened to all of us. A guy goes out with you, completely gorgeous from every angle. Then suddenly you hear a rumor he's going out with HER! This is normal, as everyone wants a change now and again. Some people are manipulative, and you can't change that. You have to think about the who...
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  Why God Could Not Have Created The Earth

  

  By Dead-eyed-Author, London, United Kingdom

  There is a heated debate, (or as some may say, conflict), between science and religion. Namely, Christianity takes the front of the religious arguments, as it is the most popular and widespread religion on Earth. A lot of these arguments centre around the creation of the Earth. It is a common philos...
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  Infiltration

  

  By Dead-eyed-Author, London, United Kingdom

  Please let me win the lottery My money purse is dry For if I won the lottery By plane, I'd touch the sky Because of the inflation I just can't take the chance Sometime, through the stock market My profit shall advance I shall not get too proud of it Shan't money boast of loud I'll put ...
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  Rebirth

  

  By Dead-eyed-Author, London, United Kingdom

  To life floating on a gentle lilly A precious serenade Songs, wonders, aromas Favour, textures We're to lucky But to have none No beat, nor rhythym No flow, nor gush of blood Your limbs And skin Hardened bark Your age displayed inside. No emotions to cloud the mind But precious little ...
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  Caravan Of The Cursed

  

  By Dead-eyed-Author, London, United Kingdom

  I'm sorry, I'm a wreck. I've failed to secure any kind, of stability in my life So from now my joyous ringing bells As a cracked gong, Are silenced My poetry shall be my own Blissful fantasies never to grace foriegn minds For with them I bring devastation After this ,leaving you with your...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Trading With The Devil

  

  By Dead-eyed-Author, London, United Kingdom

  The moon shone, uncaring, on a nearby monastery. The moonbeams glinted off the expensive slate tiles, throwing half the building into shadow. Nearby the grand building were tall mountains, snow-capped pine trees, and a calm beach. The moonlight glanced over everything, giving the world a blue-white ...