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About Crates McDade
Ubersite
Fiction
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Short Story
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Long, Long Ago
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Ubersite
Hearken Yon, O Child (Short Story, Chapter 1)
Eric was falling, with great speed, towards a park in the middle of a large metropolitan area. People walked around trees and ponds like small insects, but that was soon to change, as he rocketed towards the ground.
Ubersite
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Poem
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Long, Long Ago
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Curling Wisps of Starlit Smoke (poem)
The midnight streets are mine alone traversed on soft soled shoe, to step on gritty pavement and breathe in sweet life anew.
Short Story
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Despair
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Fiction
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Ubersite
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Struggle
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Long, Long Ago
Hour of Despair (a very short story)
Beads of sweat rolled down her face, stinging her eyes as she reached a dried, cracked and bleeding hand high above her to feel for a safe point to grasp.
Poem
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Ubersite
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Sobriety
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Addiction
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Struggle
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Alcoholism
I wrote this 3 months before getting sober.
I wrote this poem about 3 months before I got sober, almost nine years ago. It's a window into the darkest moments of my life.