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Lianne's Stories

5 seconds later

by lianne
0 vote | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Poem
you took my hand 5 seconds later you're asking for a kiss my dear, we're turning into monsters please you took my lips 5 seconds later you speak my dear, we're turning into monsters pleas...
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goodnight kiss

by lianne
1 vote | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Romance, Poem
Lift the skin off my eyesAnd slide me off my dressLick your fingersAnd singe that wickBurning low in the cornerSet your open butterflies to my ownA secret that I can tasteAn echo drums off distantlyYo...
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The House

by lianne
2 votes | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Mystery, Abstract
He remembered he was the last to see the house before it vanished. The house was located between two other suburban homes, two houses away from his, but no one lived there. It's previous occupants had...
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Rebirth

by lianne
2 votes | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Humour, Abstract
I was born twice. The first birth happened on the cusp of lips of my mother's orifice, a sudden squeeze of physical suffocation turned into a painful gasp of oxygen. It was then I existed.The second, ...
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firefly at 1.05

by lianne
2 votes | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Horror, Children, Abstract
There were two pigs, large and hairy ready to be butchered, about the size of five year old children; they were snuffing each other in a suburban garden in full day light. The sun appeared to cast no ...
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Spit

by lianne
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SpitIt's raining outsideA jet flies byA jest flew byI'm infinitely floating in fliesWhich the worms swallowedJust so you could speakIn tongues like snakesOf which the bible speaks...
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10.55

by lianne
4 votes | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Non-Fiction, Poem
10.55The door of my room is openDownstairs my father plays an old song on his turntableOutside a cat is moaningI imagine it's probably moaning from copulationLet the needle scratch out the windAs well...
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clock

by lianne
3 votes | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Humour, Fable
The river had hardened. The 12 o clock sun had sent across a heat wave swallowing the whole expanse of the road, and what was left of it but the white dashes of stitching clothing the earth. I had lai...
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Concerning balloons and the thing that keeps them

by lianne
2 votes | Empty_star vote up | discuss | Humour, Fable
* concerning balloons and the thing that keeps them up (title couldn't fit) A lilt thing occupied the confines of my head, and since I think it smaller than the average man's it gave ...
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