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Every significant portion of Michael Brendon's life seemed to end in rain. Thunder would roll through the clouds, sending out thousands of tiny, cold droplets to drench him, as if the skies knew when everything was over for him. As if the dark clouds hovered over him alone. As though the storms waited for him to finish a chapter of his life.
Tonight, the rain fell in sheets, hissing down the hollowed curbs, gushing over the sidewalks, snickered and trickled through the gutters to end in a leaking piss into the flooded ground. It burst artlessly from the concrete overhang sheltering him from the downpour, landing in uneven puddles

Rain.

by =Monteil4

Hello there, First of all, I like the beginning. I'm used to approaching comments and starting out chiding the writer for not ho...

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A dream is a grassland.

Its perimeters wide and its limits far.
Yet, it's rarely ever crossed;
most just gaze into its horizon and hope.

Yes ...
they stand there and hope,
waiting for something, anything to push them along.
To help them begin their journey into that endless expanse.
They wait and they wait as their lives pass them by with each setting of the sun.

"Don't follow that path little ones
it's never too late.
Take those steps into the unknown
knowing that you may fail,
knowing full well that you might never live to see the

Crossing the Grassland

by ~NathanWhitaker

Hi Charles, Thanks for entering this piece into the workshop. Let me see if I can leave a some constructive criticism and a couple tho...

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I hear red when words like "queueing" Spill a rush of syllabic cells running Mad from my heartfelt face that soon Turns purple and then turns pale Unless a fresh donated batch of "Aeonian" language breathes new love Into my veins and drains from my Lungs their carbonized hate Otherwise I am typing without U Bleeding from A to O until I die During my consonant Zzzzzzzzzzs

Vowels are Blood

by *RickDanger

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nothing is real anymore the kisses and hugs you shower me with only the cuts that bleed only their taste is real to me as my tongue laps the blood i feel nothing now but the metal calmly splitting my arms it means nothing but means everything the tears are my world now and i was sorry to say goodbye to you for a while.
till they took place of the memories we had. that dont mean what they did they only meant that when they happened and now the sun has set on our happy ever after.

razor blade romance

by =lovesemoguys

Hi =lovesemoguys, In this quick comment, I'm going to run down a few things which jumped out at me as I read the piece. Title: ...

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In that moment, Raanmir was the nail he forced into the wood, methodically driven downward. The other nails felt just as dejected every time the hammer slammed onto their surface. Yet, they knew the blacksmith that created them was not better or worse than the carpenter shaping the wood. Without all the nails, each barn, home, harbor, and pier would not stand. Without the nails' unbending presence, the face of elfin civilization changed. Raanmir was the nail he forced into the wood, pointed and sharp. He bided his time and, waitin

Workshop: He was the Nail

by =Amriah

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My hang ups are out there, for all to see; Hanging in this narrow passage, it's not very big. A couple have fallen, and hit the ground, Somebody has returned one that formerly fell down. The creased and the old, hanging side by side, a few empty spaces kept for the new ones to hold.
Now I don't mind showing you my tragically short skirt, Or showing you my underwear, my vest top, or the dirt. I am showing all my hangs ups for you to see. help me keep them off the floor please.
They're all parts of me

My tragic hang ups

by ~Emyylii

Hi Emily, Whoosh and here I am. Let's see if I can put something new on the table. Starting from the top, my first impression of...

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