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• I'm not Homicidal
  by Lys •

  “I got me the prettiest little fucked up bitch in America, and it’s all my fault. Guess that means I gotta fix you, huh?” He takes a la…

  Whatever works, I guess… / / / This is an experimental piece. I wrote it as part stream-of consciousness and part internal journal, sort of. Let me know what you think of it. It took me a bit longer than usual because I’m not used to writing like this. / / / Also, if you don’t understand something about this story, just let me know. I’ll try to patch them over. It can be confusing. / / / / thanks again so much for readin all my writing! makes me feel loved :)

• Just This Morning...
  by JenniferB

  NSFW

• Covert
  by Amber Kipp

  Forget D.A.R.E. Forget the anti-drug associations of the states. Say yes. Say Please. You won’t regret it. I know I didn’t.

  Story of a Kid Who Got himself into the Wrong Things at All the Right Times.

• Confessions of a padded mind-Oct 1998 my name is April or # 7704-4522
  by April Mansilla

  Days like today are felt with a hollowness, like a strong gust of cold wind busting violently though my house. I run to shut my windows…

• Welcome to the End
  by mtda

  Their lips moved together slowly, as if they had all the time in the world.

  WARNING- contains content that may be disturbing, do not read if you are easily offended. / My thanks to Niki, without her I would have never finished this. / And to everyone here who encourages and inspires me, thank you for waking an imagination that has been single-minded and barren for far too long…

• Reason is a Thunder Word to an Idiot Girl
  by mstrace

  I want to run my toes up his pants / under the cover of white table linen / caress that beautiful organ between his legs / surrounded as we …

  Installment #2 of 3 in my Storm Series. Installment #3 is here and the first one is here I apologize if this is the ramblings of a mad woman. Right now I’m sick (literally, with a raging 102 degree fever) and all I can do is write about my tall, dark, wants-me fantasy. I dreamt about him last night…tossing around all sweaty and full of fever between the sheets. I might not be of sound mind to know whether this is good writing. I’ll re-read it when the fever breaks and decide its ultimate fate.

• The Crave
  by Melissa Vowell

  To close my eyes, a deathwish. / A summons of fear / within… / a thousand spiders crawling under my skin.

  more old work – I was about 16 when I wrote this one

• Confessions of a padded mind
  by April Mansilla

  Confession of a padded mind March 1995 …sometime at night I am still amongst the upheaval. The waves below me are dancing stern…

  I had part of this up before but and going over reworking my writng …..only another billion pages to go;)

• Confessions of a padded mind-part two
  by April Mansilla

  March 1995…..today I took a boys virginity I remember catching butterflies as a child, chasing after them in my dance costumes mimic…

• Confessions of a padded mind-Standing on a bridge naked
  by April Mansilla

  1995 My toes curl confidently over the edge of the concrete barrier. The sun is swelteringly hot so when I look down the road I can se…

• A BROKEN DOLL
  by Sally Omar

  How did it happen / How did she break / The little girl said / Almost as an escape / The doll was smashed / Upon the floor / Her parents …

• Confessions of a padded mind-The only Time he cried is when I lost my mind
  by April Mansilla

  November / “I don’t know what to do with her” he says panicked holding me down with all his weight. I am frail but the insanity is mercil…

  I have used moments of my life for this story to be based on ….I have used the feelings I have inside so honesty is on my pages. I am sure some of you have seen the painting in my work …the only time he cried is when I lost my mind…I have been with an amazing man for almost 14 years and in those years the only time i saw him cry of pain is when he took me to the hospital….a moment i can never forget the simple fact is that I would not be here without him ….i would either be dead or dead in my living I thank him daily for seeing things in me i never could ….for loving me unconditionally

• The Shadow People
  by Stefan Nicholson

  Hanging about. Filling in your fractured sense of time. / Why do you act out life in a hazy, deranged mime?

  We pass by many of these “Shadow People” everyday without seeing-them. Not all of them can be blamed for their situation – some were born into misery. Change may sometimes be a positive experience. . . and so may death to end the continual pain. Just an observation and thought on what I’ve seen.

• My Serenity
  by Adam de la Mare

  TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, / Stand by the truths, not rearrange. / The past is past, / But not forgotten, / Times happy and bad, / ...

  Based on the first verse of the Serenity Prayer, I wrote this for myself about 20 years ago when I was going through rehab. It is full of “fellowshipisms” which were easy for me to identify with due to my obsession for all things slogan (just look at my t-shirts for proof!). I hope you enjoy …..... and maybe for a few out there, identify with!

• Fake Memoirs II
  by Jo O'Brien

  NSFW

• Confessions of a padded mind-continued
  by April Mansilla

  September 1997…in the middle of the night Flick, light, flick, dark, flick, light. I can’t sleep memories and moments have floode…

  this is some of the story from a bit later …..I am working on editing what page hits me the most….jumping around a bit….

• Manifestation
  by Butterflies And Bullets

  There are things in the air, landing in my hair, I can feel their wings, I cringe at the feeling it brings / Flies in my buzz, covered in …

• Miami Vice
  by Butterflies And Bullets

  The beautiful people are all fucked up, while the ugly ones steadily fill their cup Pretty girls and boys, playing with their bodies, ...

• Journal
  by April Mansilla

  I have loved and I have lost. Fell in love with the eyes of mankind….even the eyes of killers…especially them. I watched them talk wi…

  more from my childhood journals…....it is so odd going though these …moments of timeseem to stand sill for me….i was 17 at the time of this one…..and now i know why all my old friend love that i now send email instead of hand written letters …even i can not read my hand writting:)

• Plain Sight
  by mtda

  The scene within shocked him for a second, but only a second.

  Written quickly, could benefit from much more detail. But if you like it, you like it, and if you don’t I won’t lose any sleep. Happy reading.

• Just a Moment
  by mtda

  light my sky on fire

  I always have moments throughout the day where I feel like using drugs, just thought I would try to express how it feels. Been clean for 73 months now and it gets better, but never easier.

• THE LOVE Doctor
  by Robxavier

  So come and get your dose…...... / But if you get hooked baby…...

  This is something that is true in a sense if you think about it people on drugs will try to kill you for there drugs, People actually kill themselves because a lack of the drug we call LOVE

• Sad shit and bad shit
  by clone42

  Sad shit and bad shit / let me hit myself in the head with an oven mit / I’ve got multiple anger problems / I get grumpy and thump cunts wit…

• I REMEMBER
  by Sally Omar

  I remember the cigarettes / Tucked in the sleeve of his T-shirt / How he used to laugh / And call me a flirt I remember so much / The rid…

  My generation were Flower Children…Drugs destroyed lives, loves and hope….