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The Number 3

It was the middle of the winter in California, which in that state didn’t mean much. In a large estate a lone man stood in his kitchen slicing tomatoes. The sun was shinning brightly through the window above his sink and he was lost in thought about his children and his wife who had gone out to the park for a girls day out. The radio played Hound dog and the man bobbed his head along to the tune. His wife would be happy, she loved Elvis. She’s always telling him just how much he looked like him when he’d scrunch  up his nose and say, “Thank you, thank you very much.”  he smiled at the thought of being compared to the young good looking rock star. He had a feeling that man would be legend one day. Being the son of a talent scout, he knew talent when he saw, or heard it.
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Internal Chaos [Warning!! Semi-Graphic Nature]

He sat there staring in front of him. Hand resting on the arm rests of the chair. The smell of it made his stomach churn, but he couldn’t move. His knuckles were white from clenching the arms so tightly. The smell singed his nostrils. A wave of nausea washed over him and he found himself being sick. He was frozen, frozen in fear, frozen in shock, disbelief. What had happened, he did not know. He had to get rid of the smell, but he couldn't move. For days on end he sat there, as still as a statue blankly staring ahead of him at the disturbing site before him. He didn't move..Collapse )

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Broken

Tittle: Broken
Category: Poetry
Notes: This is a poem I wrote based upon an old rp character of mine. It later became one of my favorites.

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The Haunted: Part 2

Tittle: The Haunted: Part 2
Rating: PG
Characters: Sylar/Gabriel Grey, Peter Petrelli
Summary: The continuance of The Haunted, Sylar tries to fly away from his troubling dream only to find himself thrust into the path of the las person he wants to see right now. More to come, stay tuned.

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