Chantel

• Last seen on Mar 3 1:37 PM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.
• I have 8 stories

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• afternoon at storywrite
  Asunder, the skies are broken; rain, detaching itself from black cloud, falls in silver sheets.  Fingers of sun scour through and catch on yellowing leaves, filtering, thr
• Ynyslas at storywrite
  The wind lashed at them, smashing against their hollowed chests, resisting their every step.  Rain was like a fine mist forming ripe droplets in their hair, and salt spray
• untitled, part 5 at storywrite
  ‘mari?’  pierre said once they were out on the road, ‘you don’t have to hide that knife from me, you know.’
  mari stared at him, eyes wide.  ‘how could you know?’

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• on A Birthday Present by Sylvia Plath, on September 13, 2005

  isn't plath a genius?
  when i can write like that...