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  1. The Nightmare: Chapter 9

    It was around 10 o'clock at night. Alexandrov had gone looking for his wife 12 hours straight, but was so tired that he left the other authorities to keep searching. But he refused to go to sleep. Instead, he sat and prayed.
    A few minutes later, his prayer was answered. There was not even a knock on the door, but Natasha had used her own key and stepped right into the room alone.
    "Natasha! Where have you been! I've been so worried!" Alexandrov ran to embrace her.
    But
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    Updated May-28-2011 at 03:27 by Huilunsoittaja

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  2. The Nightmare: Chapters 7, 8

    The day of the anniversary happened to be the day when one of the workers at the justice department had drunk the poisoned wine.
    That morning, Alexandrov said good-bye to Natasha. He had come at midnight again, but left a little later than usual. Natasha gave him no reminder of what day it was, and didn't need to, it was obvious that he had forgotten. When he went out the door, she cried on the sofa.
    "It is true! Sergei was right! Ivan doesn't love me anymore. I'm his tool, a
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    Updated May-28-2011 at 03:20 by Huilunsoittaja

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  3. The Nightmare: Chapters 5, 6

    A few days before, Natasha was alone with her thoughts at a cafe, when a stranger walked up to her.
    "Hello, what is your name?" he asked warmly. She couldn't help smiling.
    "Mrs. Alexandrov."
    His eye brows raised. "Are you the wife of the great Alexandrov?" he said that name with a little bit of a sneer.
    "Indeed."
    He sat down across from her. He was very tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. He had on a dashingly fine suite,
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  4. Yawn, I'm Bored...

    Another piece of my little BS poetry then? It's very romantic!

    The Love Sentences

    Love4all

    My heart's so tender that it hurts
    Pulsating madly...
    Yet and but
    It sits as quiet as a bud.

    Are petals going to burst
    Erupting through restrictive walls?

    You are the flower of my soul:
    I love you so I love you all!

    * * *

    My Dear Rose

    My dear rose,
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  5. What, Me Blogging?

    A blog, huh? Never thought I’d have one. Indeed, with very few ideas to offer, no literary talents, and English that sucks vowels, why should I? But then it dawned on me: to share my little BS poetry, of course! (In English, nonetheless.) It’s half-baked.

    The Crooked Church

    We stand as timeless as the rule:
    It takes a crook to scam a fool.

    ...Behold the craftsmen so skilled,
    It is the Church they are to build!

    Invite them
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