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Literature

First Ch: 1

It was quiet, much like it always was on cold nights in the city. Ordinary people didn't venture out now, when the winds were bitter and hurt to the bone. They stayed indoors, and huddled into blankets or fireplaces, or other people. But A never considered himself ordinary. How could he? He wasn't like them. Not in the slightest. A, Alternative, Alisx. Each name only known by few. Each name only assumed to belong to a dead man-- no, a dead boy. Only it was not true. Not entirely. A was dead, in some ways, but not in others. Not that anyone but himself knew that. Who would believe it anyways? That was distant memory now. Memories he longed

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Literature

All That Glitters

It had never occured to Benji that a relationship that seemed so perfect, could be so sour. Just as it had never occured to Benji that someone he hated could hate himself more. For a long time, he had been blind. He only saw what he wanted, he supposed. A young boy, stepping in to fill his shoes, taking his place. A man who looked fondly at him in a way he'd never done to him. They seemed so perfect, so unfairly perfect for one another. It made his blood boil. Why did he get to be happy with the guy he'd had first? But lately, the blindfold across his face was slipping, falling down at his feet, and the glaring reality hurt his eyes. As mu

Original Works

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Literature

First Ch: 1

It was quiet, much like it always was on cold nights in the city. Ordinary people didn't venture out now, when the winds were bitter and hurt to the bone. They stayed indoors, and huddled into blankets or fireplaces, or other people. But A never considered himself ordinary. How could he? He wasn't like them. Not in the slightest. A, Alternative, Alisx. Each name only known by few. Each name only assumed to belong to a dead man-- no, a dead boy. Only it was not true. Not entirely. A was dead, in some ways, but not in others. Not that anyone but himself knew that. Who would believe it anyways? That was distant memory now. Memories he longed

Fan Fictions

4 deviations
Literature

a librarian

there once was a boy who loved words and only those one or side by side a curvacious gathering of letters ink upon parchment the scent thrilled him to the bone in the crosses of t's and swirls of a's and o's he believed to be the only comfort and through the dotted i's could only express feelings could only impress imprint thoughts to the world around him but she could tell stories behind closed lids and in oceans of color reveal a plethora utopia of raw emotion that even the parchment dirtied with ink smeared with leafing thumbs could never utter

Poetry

4 deviations
Dead?

Art

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