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by FountainClassics 1600 words, 1 comment, on Aug 7 9:31 PM 2007. In Fiction, Other, Post-apocalyptic
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by FountainClassics 300 words, on Jan 1 9:20 PM 2007
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I stepped into the steaming hot tub when suddenly I heard "Mrs. Robinson" playing from my jacket pocket. That meant Jean was calling. I grabbed my robe and ran out inby FountainClassics 500 words, 1 comment, on Mar 18 9:50 PM 2006. In <200 paragraphs, First person, Other
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Another thing I was always told is that believing is seeing. My family really had no faith, and I was brought up that way. Sure I believed in God and Jesus, the whole bit, but
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Since I was little, I have been told that there is a heaven, and a hell. But who can you believe? Many times I'd like to believe what I'm told, but thinking about death makes b
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TO THE READERS OF "LIFE WITH SARGENT"
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I ran and ran until I didn't know where the hell I was. As soon as I had gotten past the gate, I bolted. I ran like a bat out of hell. I was in the middle of a mass of open spa
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I woke up in a clean bed in the medical center. I looked around at the uniform room in all its sanitized glory. Damn. On the other hand, maybe they'd send me home. Suddenly a n
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I ran for what seemed hours on the tred mill, and I thought I was going to die. At least I didn't have asthma or any other breathing problems. I realised now that this woman wa
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"Maybe you shouldn't take what you have for granted. Listen to what people who have athority over you tell you. Maybe your life wouldn't be so 'awful' if you'd just do what you
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I looked around the room, wondering wether my life here would be permanant. I hoped not, with all my being I hoped not. I threw my bag on the bed. This place was awful. Nothing
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