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An Event to Die For: A Frances Ludwick Story By Thomas Miller Hi, my name is Frances Ludwick, and I am a conductor. I compose your sou...
I am a gun a poem that hits deep
I am a gun By Thomas Miller I am a gun, I point to your head, You have the trigger, do it now, it’s said. Do it now, and then, and then, The...
In the shadows of St. Mark's
In the shadows of St. Mark's By Thomas Miller In the shadows of St. Mark's Parish, where the whispers of penance and forgiveness...
The Deformed Unloved Humphrey
The Deformed Unloved Humphrey By Thomas Miller In a small, forgotten town, nestled deep in the shadows of towering pines, lived a man name...
Love that Stands The Test Of Time
Love that Stands The Test Of Time By Thomas Miller In the quiet village of Meadowbrook, where the sun rose and set over the glistening wa...
Has the Dead Ever Cried
Has the Dead Ever Cried By Thomas Miller Oh, sweet Thomas, you once were loved But now you're gone, has your love been taken for grant...
Ringapold Bloom's Last Cold Night
Ringapold Bloom's Last Cold Night By Thomas Miller Hi, I am Ringapold Bloom. Why did I get here? What made this story a story of my li...
The Hills of Dustan's Peak
The Hills of Dustan's Peak By Thomas Miller The world had changed. The horizon, once filled with bustling cities and the hum of progre...
The Bleach Bones of Niles Singapore Crane
T he Bleach Bones of Niles Singapore Crane by Thomas Miller They found him. My God, they found him. His bleached bones lay scattered down t...
Dark Stories Of Yore The Dark Mind Of Thomas Miller Vol 1
Dark Stories Of Yore: The Dark Mind Of Thomas Miller By Thomas Miller About the Author: Thomas Miller is an author from Florida kno...
Why The Forsaken The
Why The Forsaken The By Thomas Miller It was the best of times, and mostly the worst of times, standing with a hangman's noose in hand, ...
Poems By Thomas Miller: In days of yore
In days of yore, I towered high or crouched low, A specter of dread, now a shadow’s echo. Once a terror, now a whisper, a zero in disguise, ...
Poems By Thoams MIller: The Darkness of Night
The Darkness of Night By Thomas Miller As I stand here, gazing into the sea, Searching for my lost Morgana, my heart’s decree. The waves whi...
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