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The Hornton House There was a feeling of despair around that house. It wouldn’t go away. It stayed there like a bad smell that had soaked into my clothes and would take some time to leave. The creaking stairs and broken floor kept my senses open to any and all disturbances to my normal welfare. A similar sounding footstep behind me kept me on my toes, causing me to turn around nearly every ten seconds. I wasn’t in my place, and I knew it. But I had my torch at hand, shining it at everything to make sure nothing was hiding.
I had heard many a rumour about the people who went missing; the murders that went on within these walls. Bodies brThe Hornton House by ~nturtanyr

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A Brook of TearsAt twilight morn, I bathed in sun,
And looked to the dull abyss in the sky.
I felt a nothing, from years gone by.
No words would leave me, but a sigh.
And here I awaited coming rain,
Of poisonous darts brimming with pain.
A pain I thought I’d never feel again.
I never wished this onslaught.
I thought it was done…
Why on a bench, in a park,
Surrounded in dark, the light
Brought the tree to my eyes.
And a lone bird perched in the tree
Watched me listlessly.
I didn’t want her there.
I didn’t mind her company,
Sure enough I called her to me,
To spend a night or three
In song and more, till dawn.
Dawn was cold…
NighA Brook of Tears by ~nturtanyr

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Mira and Mason: Chapter Eleven The door shut behind Elizabeth and Mason turned on Stephen. “You know she’s out of her mind, living in the past like this.”

Stephen sat down in the Queen’s chair. “Mason, if you weren’t such a close friend…” He sighed, and looked up at Mason, “Elizabeth misses her friend. No one can dispute that. But what I am about to say is in private. I don’t believe Marie has changed that much during her training. Elizabeth has kept up a correspondence with her, and” he opened a bottom drawer and pulled out a thick stack of letters, “from what the letters say, she still be

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I've just spent the last half-hour reading this story you're writing. I have to say, it hooked me at the beginning but my interest has ...

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A Period of the Unknown

by ~nturtanyr, Mar 21, 2013, 12:33:51 PM
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Let's just say some shit went down...

Anyway, I'm not sure when I'll return to writing the Man in the Top Hat, but I'll get to it. For now, I may just take a period posting short stories and poetry I've written over the years. Some of it I really like and think could do with the publicity. Also poetry is a lot more popular than stories or even books. I suppose the main reason is because people who are broken-hearted like poetry a lot more or people prefer something shorter than the long ideas of stories.

Oh and poems don't take that long either, to write or read.

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Stanley Dodd

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Alright, what can I put as a Bio?

I first joined to see some cool pictures, got bored, forgot about here then realised that people write on here too.

And I was thinking, 'what!?'

So I guess that's my new plan. I don't think it's be much more than the Saga of the Man in the Top Hat, but we'll see. We'll see...

Because in my eyes, when I write, I write art. When I write, I write what I see. When I write, I'm not telling a story, I'm painting the picture of the world, the people, the events all inside your mind! I don't always choose words for meaning, I choose for their sound. How they feel. Literature is art in many ways, and poetry isn't the only one for this.

Perhaps my Saga will help those who don't understand.

When I write, I write by the motion of my hand and heart and not by my mind and mood.