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Dangers of diplomacy by phenabeana, literature

The things we must do by phenabeana, literature

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The things we must do

She entered the elegantly decorated room with slow calm steps and made her way to the ornate bed carved with the elaborate designs of mythical creatures and fabled places, stoping only when she reached its side to gaze down at the figure that slept peacefully upon it. A slight breeze came through the open window and brushed back the thin curtains allowing the full moon to shine down on him and her breath caught at the sight before her. The soft silk sheets that did little to cover him and his bare beauty was just as majestic and breathtaking as the first night he had shared her bed And yet it had to end. Moving over him she stra

survivors by phenabeana, literature

Lost in time by phenabeana, literature

Lost Letters- 4th Correspondence by phenabeana, literature

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Lost Letters- 4th Correspondence

Dear Leia, when I first met you, you were a delicate little thing, with your tiny hands, thin waist and small body; I thought you were child at first. In my defense I am a vary, vary old man and therefore my perception of time and/or age is not always the most reliable. Sometimes I wonder if your vulnerability is why he fell for you. You were so weak he could have broken you right in half. At the same time you had the power to give him the strength he needs to restrain himself. He once called you his eye. This completely baffled me at the time. I could not figure out what on earth, in haven or the h

Lost Letters- 3nd Correspondence by phenabeana, literature

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Lost Letters- 3nd Correspondence

Dear Leia, Do you hate me? Have I done something to offend you? Why will you not answer my letters? I have asked myself these questions over and over the past six weeks and I still have yet to come up with a plausible answer. Sense it is not likely that you will be answering them yourself anytime in the near future, I will tell you a story. I know our mutual friend has never told you how he and I became acquainted. That is in part because as you know he never says more then he absolutely has to, also because I asked him not to. You see the first time we met; he was supposed to

Lost Letters- 2nd correspondence by phenabeana, literature

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Lost Letters- 2nd correspondence

Dear Leia, I hope you are are doing well. It has been a month since I sent you my first letter and still you have yet to respond. If you are worried I will tell him, do not be. I give you my word I will not rat you out, and if anything I am a man of my word. While I have been waiting for your reply, I have had nothing to do now that our mutual friend does not come to see me anymore. You know how I hate to sit idly by, so I have taken the liberty of finding his whereabouts and thought it was only fair for me to send word of him to his lover. Don't deny that you have been worrying about him, I know you

Lost Letters- 1st Correspondence by phenabeana, literature

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Lost Letters- 1st Correspondence

Dear Leia, You shouldn't have left. I know you feel that you did the right thing, but the truth is I tracked you down and sent you this letter because he's starting to die. Yes, technically he is already dead, but he is lost without you, and his mind and soul have started down the same road as his corps body. Do you remember what I told you the first time he brought you to me? I told you he was Death just pretending he was alive even as he stole his victims. Well, I meant ever word of it and just as he is death, you were life, at least to him you are. He told me of how you reminded him he was once h

Knowlgdge is Wealth by phenabeana, literature

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Knowlgdge is Wealth

I’ve always just “known’ things. When I was five dad planed a family trip to Disney world but I just “knew” we were never going to make the trip. A week before we were supposed to leave a drunk driver crashed into my mom’s car. She was dead before they reached the hospital. I’ve never been to Disney world. When I was ten, dad moved us to Washington. When he dropped me of the first day of school we met Miss Sherlyn kemp and I just “knew” she was going to be the best mom ever. Eighteen months latter dad finally got up enough courage to ask her to marry him. Every

John by phenabeana, literature

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John

When I was young I hated my “dad’ Every night he beat the crap outta me Then one day a man came to my house He told me he killed a man once I didn’t care I didn’t care because of the way he looked my mom He looked at her like she was a damned angel straight from the arms of God And it wasn’t just the way he looked at her It was the way he touched her He didn’t hit her or hold her down No, when this man touched my mom, he kissed her Even if it was just with his hands or even his finger tips He was kissin her One day he came to my school He took me to an ok place and bought me a soggy burger He

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DeinoLilith

Oct 21, 2013

Thank you very much for accepting me in the group. I am new into writing and I seem to enjoy it a lot. I am not here to promote myself, more to interact with people who are into the domain and are willing to discuss on philosophical subjects or life view. I am sure there are a lot of interesting people around here and I am willing to talk to everybody.
If someone is interested, send me a note or check my blog white-leander.blogspot.ro/

flippster92

Oct 22, 2013

not a single problem. this group is open to any and all. from new writers to those who have been at it their whole life. the main focus of the group is to get writers writing and encourage them to keep it up. thank you for joining and if you need anything send me a note.

I wish to join!

join then. it's an open group. just remember no being rude.

flippster92

Mar 20, 2013

so. thinking about making some slight changes. been assigning "homework" for the group to try to get poets used to sharing their work and let others see their style and point of veiw on things. lately I've noticed that only three others besides me do the homework and only two or three other poets actually upload poetry.I know many people are busy or can't find the time so as of now I will do monthly "homework". this should give everybody time to try to do the assignments or leave a note that they will not be able to do it. thanks to all the veiws and favs and watches for the poets and any imput that helps us. thank you all and as always, enjoy.

-Flippster92

flippster92

Feb 20, 2013

A big thank you to all the members, watchers, and contributors for both supporting the group and helping to slowly build it. thanks to all the visitors, and people who have left imput and favs for the poets.