they think we’re lifeless,
leaving us in a plastic mess--
a jumble of arms and legs,
scratched out eyes replaced with pegs
from toys with which they’d rather play.
The children,
they think we’re lifeless, leaving us in a plastic mess-- a jumble of arms and legs, scratched out eyes replaced with pegs from toys with which they’d rather play.
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Benjamin sold me for six-million dollars, a heavy price for one’s own death.
The giant whispered to me, “You’re safe. Our harvest is about to commence.”
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AuthorTony is actively working on several writing projects including a play, a novel, short stories and children stories. Some of these items may appear on this page, and others may appear on the store page (not active). Categories
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Awards:for "Just Like Mommy"
for "Pim & the Open Drain"
for "Pim & the Glass Jar"
for "One Drink."
for "No Prince."
for "Neither would he."
for "The Burning of Pounce"
for "Revelation, Part Two"
for "Precise Specifications"
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This book has stuck with me since I finished reading it over three years ago. I was deeply fascinated by the story being told from the point of view of such a young child, and the way he tells the story is so viscerally devastating and b...
by Ernest Cline
From start to finish, this book had me excited! I struggled putting it down. Although many of the references went over my head (because I have yet to enjoy such nerd culture), it didn't matter. The concept and the pure exhilarating joy o...
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