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My heart... My heart pounds with the steady power of a thousand enraged creatures and I tremble.1
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Alex! It's your birthday! Huzzah! Well, actually yesterday was your birthday but I was caught off guard and sooo you get your present today
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Vibrant neon flashed before my eyes, illuminating the crowded and vague blackness. I could say that in the claustrophobia-inducing room I could only see him and he could only see me, but that'd be a lie. I'm no romantic. Besi
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Two lines would be cheating. Click and you'll see what's inside.
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"'Have you ever been arrested?' No," Riff read and answered the online survey aloud. Constantly melancholy, constantly online (as a result
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Seething, I forever remember what he did to me.
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What's the difference in us?1
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“Good morning, VL-T2. Let’s run a quick scan, fix all your bugs, shall we?” the One in White spoke drily. Being and appearing neither male nor female, it felt at ease in The Grey Room where plastic life was created, lived, an
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Hey Amy, I haven't heard from you in awhile. I just wanted to let you know that I'm still waiting. Everyday I run to the mailbox as I pull into my driveway. Everyday I squirm with anticipation. Will today be the day she says
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She was learned in many languages, taught to practice propriety and grace. She was born with the powerful strength of delectable beauty. It is a shame her fate was sealed by those with the stamps of life and death. Still, her
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Hey there Bloody blossom wound,1
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by Atticus Unanimous
1900 words, 4 comments,
on Apr 29 7:50 PM. In Abuse, Death, Drama, Life, Pain, Sad, Society, Suicide, Young adult
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My beliefs most accurately could be labeled "agnostic," as I follow no god, have some sort of hope, and I follow the teachings of buddhism.
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It was two in the morning on a freezing cold Saturday (Sunday?). Ed Hardy was asleep in his bed, his tail stump thumping happily as he ate
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A)s a rose wilts, I grow from my death1
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Strapped against a metal table, he laughed manaically as the flesh seperated from flesh, as his own left hand tore away from his arm and flopped to the floor in a pitiful thud. 1
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I'm driving as fast as I can, trying to get home. It's dark now, 9:47. I frighten myself by the image of my own face which I've caught in my rearview mirror. I laugh nervously as "The Mission" by Puscifer comes on. I showered
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Mirror: What do mirrors make you think about? Your alterego, self-discovery or perhaps even self-loathing? What about time reversal or life in fast-forward? If you like prose poetry (or any poetry really) this prompt is great
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"Finally, I can hear the hallelujah chorus." The voice that spoke was bitter and impatient, and the words chimed around the little room as
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Kass (Kahz)- male, like a blackbird (alternately, Kasch- (cah-sh or cash)). It's German and like many German names it's a little bit harsh with its abrupt singl-e-sylable, but soft with ah sound that comes in between such rou
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TWILIGHT ANTI-FANFIC!!! MUCH PAIN BEING RELEASED BY AUTHOR! BEWARE TWILIGHT FANS!
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Out of my three projects (plus a few ideas I've got) there is one main one that I've been actively working on called When Frankfurt Cried.1
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Art flashed a bright and slightly seductive smile to the man at the table as he gathered his dishes. The man left his tip on the table when the eighteen-year-old left with an arm full of cheap glass. As the man left, he admir
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I'm about to get married. It's 31 October 2010 and I'm about to do something they never though we could do. Last night he got in my bed aft
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HOUSE OF NIGHT SPOILER ALERT! SORT OF....
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The argument was short lived. They decided to talk about their pasts, an activity that had never been done before. Well, Jeffrie talked abo
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Dark, dark, gentle night1
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