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hdirkmacgrieve (31)

222 followers9 posts37 following16 SP#91,965

Joined October 2016 Active 9 years ago

  • hdirkmacgrieve (31)in #writing • 9 years ago

    The Resignation

    Christian dragged himself out of his bed, his eyes locked on the flashing numbers of his clock which was sitting on…
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    • hdirkmacgrieve (31)in #theregentsaga • 10 years ago

      "Perfect Couples"

      Perfect couples do not live together, they exist together after life, forever. When in the sheer blackness of one’s…
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      • hdirkmacgrieve (31)in #theregentsaga • 10 years ago

        "He Strikes"

        He asks, if he may kiss you. You just smile, no answer is necessary. His initial kiss is just a flirting of your lips…
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        • hdirkmacgrieve (31)in #stories • 10 years ago

          "Death by Sword"

          Mangled toes had been turning up all over Manhattan, and the inhabitants were scared. Ten murders, in ten weeks, all…
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          • hdirkmacgrieve (31)in #theregentsaga • 10 years ago

            “He Compels”

            Nails were digging in like talons cutting into the flesh of his prey; he dragged his claws across the rough-sawn…
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            • hdirkmacgrieve (31)in #poetry • 10 years ago

              "Savored"

              He has tasted and savored your hearts desires in the first taste of your blood; in that moment the truth of all will…
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              • hdirkmacgrieve (31)in #poetry • 10 years ago

                “The Attic of My Soul”

                My soul has become desolate, no more than an attic to where I stow those empty hopes and dreams. A lifetime of hollow…
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