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EvilpixieA

Published: Aug 21, 2011

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Poison gnaws stomach's edge. Life breaks.

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Another six word story. I think I like this one, and after so long and so much work it is great to sit down again and write something (no matter how small) just for myself again. Life right now is fantastic... but time consuming.

Please, tell me what you think, I would love to hear your thoughts. Thanks in advance for any faves given. Much love.

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3wyl

Aug 26, 2011

I like the diction that you've used and how you have phrased things, though ... I can't sense the urgency at the moment. o.O

I just feel as if things are building up and preparing for the worst, though that could just be me.

Great stuff, either way.

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