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(Twisted) Thoughts de edwarstellan
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Honest, idle, and random thoughts that may or may not be healthy. Involves the explosive clutter of shitty mess that is my monotonous daily life, so read at your own risk.
Inside of a Psychopath's mind. de GavinGrooves
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This is that place no human dare goes. That dark and dismol room inside of your mind. Warning. This is a very explicit book. Read with caution.
Soul Animal de GrizzlyMind
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On one regular day; Lilith encountered the fragment of her very soul.
Éfil de flintgretzky
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This book is the ultimate aggregation of my imagination and the fantastical things I've encountered in life. Try a read to experience the magic, and if you'd like, you can comment and give suggestions to expand on this new world. Have fun!
Death Has Many Voices de xXJayy_CocaineXx
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Matthew Phillips - smart guy, genius - who never spoke a word after the tragic revelance - who, mind you was only 11 at the time. It was a heart breaking thing for outsiders looking in, but for the [literal] insiders looking out, it was about time we killed that bitch. Yes, we. All four of us inside this tiny, tiny body of Matthew Phillips.
Conversations (Musings of a Barkeep) de edwarstellan
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Note: Work of fiction. Does not correspond to real life, et cetera, et cetera.  ~:+:~ I was a barkeeper. 23 years were how long I worked there. The dim lights, the chipped wooden countertop. The alcohol rack, the glasses. My little home. What kept me there, you ask. The conversations. The people who left bits of their lives in mine as they entered and left through the heavy wooden door. Joy. Sadness. Doubt. Fear. Fury. Hate. Contentment. Love. I had always thought that I am the luckiest person to have experienced so many colors just by standing behind the line, only at the cost of providing my customers with service and good drinks. But now I longer work there. Still, the conversations linger in my head like ghosts, and it doesn't seem like they're leaving anytime soon. And they've been screaming in my head for days, now. Write, they say. Preserve us, they say. Well. I shall. They made me who I am, anyway. But I shall try to keep my opinions removed from them, as subjectivity is the bane of accurate reiteration. In effort of doing so, I will reduce narration to nil unless needed. I hope memory serves me well and allows me to get as close as possible to the words and sentences I heard. Without further ado, here it is. ~:+:~ Cover by @alariclocke <3