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Here are the WONDERFUL submissions from last week:

The Demon Inside Her                                    It                                             was 
                           true. She                                            seemed 
                         like such a                                           sweet little
                        girl. But          there were signs of sin         <da:thumb id="560373352"/>   Shadow's FallWe stood at the edge
And looked upon the wide black
As it surged upward
The darkness grew without end
Threatening to swallow us
Every stretch of the
Earth and everyone on it
But we still stand here
Children of older spirits
Cast aside, abused we wait
Take our hands and know
Shadows are so much less than you

<da:thumb id="560704582"/>   A Rose Painted BlackFrom her head flowed a elegant display of scarlet
Flowing like a rose caught in the wind
Yet beneath the beautiful rose lay poisonous roots
Every rose is said to possess thorns
This rose concealed its thorns beneath an elaborate mask
A mask concealing a face ravaged by scars
Her heels alerted all nearby of her presence
Her smile painted the illusion of a warm welcome
A mirage that shielded dripping fangs
The gentle blue of the sky reflected in her dress
Dots of white playing the role of clouds
Fair skies on the outside, violent thunderstorm within
Her gazing was done through red orbs
Red which matched spilled blood
Eyes colored like blood they watched shed
Under the roots of flesh raged an endless tempest
Black clouds swirl like a broken record
Like a booming symphony conducted by a delirious conductor
The conductor's arms flail like an out of control windmill
From his standing place in the storm's center
A distorted center, a hellish realm, a tormented mind
The tempest rocks the elega  

Little Girls and Death in the WestHammering sounds on the door woke Ezekiel Walker from his nightmares.
His eyes opened with perfect clarity, and it took him only a moment before he pushed himself up in bed, turning to plant his feet on the floor.
"A minute," Ezekiel called in a scratching voice. The hammering ceased. Ezekiel ran a hand through his unruly, dirty blond hair and hoped it would be enough. Passing a quick glance at the clock, he frowned. Someone at the door at this hour? It could only be bad. He quickly dressed in his normal clothing; a plain shirt covered by a black duster, dark blue jeans, working boots, and as always the falchion in its sheath against his back. Once he was done, he opened the door.
Framed in the doorway was Wyatt Walker, sheriff of the small town of Barrow, and Ezekiel's adoptive brother. At this hour, the sheriff's presence meant Ezekiel's assumptions were correct.
Wyatt dipped his black Stetson at Ezekiel and beckoned him outside.
"What's wrong?" Ezekiel asked as he stepped out, closi

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