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• Poetry > Free Verse
  Raindrops

  

  By Rebel_without_a_cause, West Orange, NJ

  A cloud, the calm before the storm The air is heavy with moisture that is doomed Eventually, to dry up But for now, the birds don't sing And the air is quiet and heavy And the world holds its breath Until at last the clouds weep, And bring with them a longing For the skies to clear....
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Too Long In Exile

  

  By Rebel_without_a_cause, West Orange, NJ

  Last night the moon seemed to say something. The man looked up at the heavens from his balcony, looking for a deeper meaning hidden in the stars. The only thing that occupied his mind, however, were the memories that he had stored up of his daughter. Perhaps Julie was looking up at the stars too, he...
• Fiction > Romance
  I can't forget

  

  By Rebel_without_a_cause, West Orange, NJ

  I remember when we were close. Now I can’t look at a sunset on the sea without remembering her, reminding me of our last evening. She was life, or so it seemed, standing in her thin summer clothes, looking out into the waves. The sun was sinking, drowning in the watery horizon. The crowds of human...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  I will do no harm

  

  By Rebel_without_a_cause, West Orange, NJ

  My moment of destiny had come. I felt the spark of ignition, smelled the sulfur and saltpeter mixture that would send me forth to wreak havoc in the world of men. I had no regrets. I was simply on my way to fulfill the purpose that man had made me for. As I sped forward, however, I saw nothing but a...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I'd Like to dissapear

  

  By Rebel_without_a_cause, West Orange, NJ

  I'd Like to disappear sometimes Just like the morning moon I'd drift into eternity to shed life's endless gloom I must be here for something though I'll have to find my way Through broken dreams and memories that people throw away I'll walk along this lonely road ...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Reconciliation

  

  By Rebel_without_a_cause, West Orange, NJ

  Blood seeped from the man’s open head onto the chipped ceramic tile, turning the grimy white color to a deep crimson. The blood from the gash in his head that I’d just cut, slicing his skull cleanly from his left temple to his right jaw, leaked in a spider-web pattern across the crevices created...