Chapter 4, Balancing Act
"what is it, what happened poe?" poe looked up at her and could only shake his head.
T. Aropo Vine Zoo - Chapter One: Welcome to the Zoo
He walked over toward the bookshelf and scanned over the books, stunned when his eyes came across a copy of edgar allan poe's poems. he had it at home, but enjoyed it so much that he couldn't resist grabbing it to read through again.
I Love You, That's All. (Illustrated)
Okay, enjoy~ p.s that's poes artwork in there that i used for inspirations and it fit the scene super well! "oh!" o'neice felt arms suddenly curl around her beneath her breasts.
Harley and Apollo and Company
Bessy-poe's just half asleep already. my girl's hair is a mess right now. look at that. she hardly ever lets it get that bad before she puts it up.
Cultist Brood: Chapter 3
"but keep your poes to yourself... i can sense them too you know... you got the gene from me." i nodded and he winked at me before leaving.
Take The Bait
I had to admit that as we talked i felt the worries about the conspiracy recently planted in my head vanish into the works of poe and arthur miller.
The World's Worst Lasagna
The cooking is the art, but everyone's a critic 'cause they ate lasagna once when they were young, so back into the stove you go: _"you need a bit more time to cook,"_ she says, _"the worms ate poe post-death—_ _a year or two to get more black around the
The Life of Another - Chapter 6
What poe-dunk sh#thole does this kid come from anyway?_ _and aunt sue, probably some bible thumper. if that's the case at least she'll be easy to manipulate, i can wrap those neanderthals around my little finger. whoa, where's all this anger coming from?
Mouthpiece Massacre at the Cemetery
Just a poe-esque short story that i wrote for some friends last month. figured i'd upload it here. this is my first story, so comment freely. mouthpiece massacre at the cemetery i pen this story not as a fantasy, although it may seem that way.
The Raptor - A Halloween Poem
The raptor (based on "the raven" by edgar allan poe) once upon a /trash/ thread dreary, post-fap feeling weak and weary, over many a hot and sexy fapfic of hand holding claw, in the afterglow, just basking, and my breathing came out rasping, someone
Soul Force
#4 of abstract my style of poetry is very dark, but also like a combination of poe/gluck/nabokov. this poem was inspired by the emotional events i had this year.
Angels in Mind
Angels in mind/ poe a woman, five months pregnant, sat alone with her first child sleeping quietly. a tear slid from her eye dropping on to the blanket that covered her child.