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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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**devils Holiday** (The Horror Show)
#1 An awful odor arises through a quick developing pea soup fog. Sounds from nearby crickets and frogs fade as light footsteps draw close, then stop. The fog gets thicker, thicker than before. The odor gets worse, more concentrated. Your now ingesting an evil toxin. Violently your shoved to the ground from behind, something pierces your neck. Evil memories, pictures of death swirl through your mind, convulsing, as your body begins to turn. Suddenly all goes still... You come to, but not like you once were. Something feels different, your vision is altered, you see only a crimson red. Motor functions once average feel almost supernatural. You died, revived, rise from death. You've become a dark death dealer. A new hunger has emerged Cattle. You leap, splurge, submerge yourself in the crimson substance, riding the bloody waves. uncontrollable, relentless in your attacks. Screams of horror a mass slaughter. Your alarm rings soft, minutes later it screams in terror.... I'm awake, I'm awake!!!! You open the curtain The sun....... To be continued........
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