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by Black Panic 300 words, on Jun 30 10:12 PM 2006
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Little Paris Girl
I was abandoned as a baby, my mother was a prostitute and my father left for the 'army' and never returned. My name is Isabelle, I never knew my surname. A -
Forest of Fears, Script I, Paragraph I
Off the coast of Oman to the east was a tiny island, the Isle of Frei (known scientifically as D8-106). This little place was fu -
He stood at a dauntingly tall height and was dressed in black with red stitching. He wore a cloak accompanied by a brown leather scabbard, a red hint of jewel reflected off the
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I do not understand why a person could lie like that, to blame it on one of their closest friends is just horrible. And that's how I felt a week a more ago: Stabbed in the back
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My Unwritten fairy tale should have lived on
My life's story faded as one
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