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Xanablue

  • Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.

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  • Muse at storywrite
    \Inspire me\, Meg cried inside the confines of her skull. She ran her fingertips over the canvas, hoping to extract some beauty from it. Something. Soon, it was her whole palm
  • Drive at storywrite
    “It's fun as hell to drive,” he promised, and she climbed, stepped inside the old rusty truck like a cat into a dog pen. She anticipated a bumpy ride, even on the smoothest of

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  • on Any Soldier To His Son by Anonymous British, on August 23, 2003
    Oh my wow. That was thoroughly amazing. So frank and honest that even words that would normally make me cringe didn't. What a beautiful and sad testament to the past. Even more so because it isn't only the past that it reflects. Just wow. This brought such emotion up in me that I got goosebumps. I won't focus on the form (although wonderful), but instead the overwhelming feelings that it invokes.