Grant
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February 14 2011 07:08:13
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Biography
I grew up in a small town with a small life. I escaped at the age of sixteen and have been traveling the world until now. I've been to war and now that it's over I can finally rest and hopefully change the world in small steps with what I've learned.
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Submitted Writings
Type: Story
The fight for survival amongst those pursuing it with weapons.
The fight for survival amongst those pursuing it with weapons.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Prose
Even a crown casts a shadow.
Even a crown casts a shadow.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %19
Not Rated 3 Comments
Type: Poem
A reminder of happiness before the end.
A reminder of happiness before the end.
Submitted by Grant on Friday 25, February %4
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Prose
Whether through my eyes or deep inside, the edge is where I'll always reside.
Whether through my eyes or deep inside, the edge is where I'll always reside.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %18
Not Rated 3 Comments
Type: Prose
Nothing ever changes.
Nothing ever changes.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Story
Clarity is superficial.
Clarity is superficial.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 4 Comments
Type: Poem
If tragedy is your delicacy, then to you tragedy is a mystery.
If tragedy is your delicacy, then to you tragedy is a mystery.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %19
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Poem
God eat god ends man, man eat man ends god.
God eat god ends man, man eat man ends god.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %19
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Poem
Escaping the world I've escaped into.
Escaping the world I've escaped into.
Submitted by Grant on Sunday 20, February %0
Not Rated 3 Comments
Type: Poem
A lonely strand.
A lonely strand.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %20
Not Rated 3 Comments
Type: Story
All that remains is torn earth, the pretty and the worthy, and the mountains of those duller shades that wouldn't lie to you.
All that remains is torn earth, the pretty and the worthy, and the mountains of those duller shades that wouldn't lie to you.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Prose
My belief.
My belief.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 3 Comments
Type: Prose
Minimalism and complication.
Minimalism and complication.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 3 Comments
Type: Poem
It should be. I would be. It's a story, but in me it's true.
It should be. I would be. It's a story, but in me it's true.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 4 Comments
Type: Essay
You just wanted more. No, you NEEEDED more.
You just wanted more. No, you NEEEDED more.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %19
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Prose
The mad dash few outlast.
The mad dash few outlast.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %19
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Story
It won't be easy, you won't be happy.
It won't be easy, you won't be happy.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %18
Not Rated 2 Comments
Type: Essay
Priorities.
Priorities.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %21
Not Rated 2 Comments
Type: Prose
Like a tree with shallow roots this illusion has crashed back down to earth.
Like a tree with shallow roots this illusion has crashed back down to earth.
Submitted by Grant on Tuesday 1, March %19
Not Rated 4 Comments
Type: Poem
Whether falling or flying, the sensation remains the same.
Whether falling or flying, the sensation remains the same.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Prose
Theirs no light at the end of the tunnel. You imagined it all.
Theirs no light at the end of the tunnel. You imagined it all.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 2 Comments
Type: Poem
It's unfortnate, but I was once a machine.
It's unfortnate, but I was once a machine.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %18
Not Rated 1 Comments
Type: Essay
The warrior is the purest of pacifists.
The warrior is the purest of pacifists.
Submitted by Grant on Monday 14, February %7
Not Rated 1 Comments
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01 January 1900
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