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by Hobbit Warrior 600 words, 21 comments, on Oct 26 8:45 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Fiction, Young adult
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by Hobbit Warrior 300 words, 13 comments, on Jul 26 1:10 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Humor, Other, Young adult
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by Hobbit Warrior 200 words, 18 comments, on Jul 23 8:25 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Young adult
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by Hobbit Warrior 600 words, 26 comments, on Nov 8 2:29 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Young adult
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I sit on a blanket in Columbus
In the park where sunshine reigns -
There is a leaf, lying lazily on the ground below the tree it had fallen from. A small breeze came up, spiriting the leaf away from it's original resting place and waltzi
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Who am I?
I'm not me, am I? I don't feel like me, me is a nice girl. Me is smart, me is successful. I'm not you, that's obvious. I'm not them, maybe -
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This blade, it is cold and fair. It glints in the light of numerous candles, it's metal warms inside the grip of my hand.
Does this blade hold truth? Does it tell me who I -
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by Hobbit Warrior 500 words, 6 comments, on Jan 16 5:58 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Young adult
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by Hobbit Warrior 500 words, 16 comments, on Jan 15 5:40 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Young adult
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Elijah
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Some days you want to scream. To tell those who "love" you to cut the crap. To go away. Don't torture themselves for nothing.
Some days you sit and cry. &nby Hobbit Warrior 300 words, 12 comments, on Dec 23 9:35 PM 2003. In <200 lines, Depression, Inspirational, Other -
"Mom, talk to me. Tell me what you feel. Why won't you talk to me?"
My mother lies unmoving, in stony silence. She is like this every time I come to visit -
What are friends for anyway?
Are they to torture me? Tell me they love me, and not really mean it? Do they really think they can hide it from me? All it do -
She peers at the blue sky from her vantage point on the hilltop. It was so lovely, unscathed by any hint of a gray cloud. Where yesterday it was rainy, the sun finally shone,
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The whole world is a stage, and we are all different parts. The beauties in the spotlight and their sidekicks who keep them there. There is drama, laughter, sadness
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I pulled the trigger
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Pain, swirling around, all dark and drab except for sharp stabs of red. Red, the color of blood, of death and mutilation and of fear. Fear, people running from fear
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I punched the mirror in front of me, scattering the shards of glass like it would stop the endless flow of tears. The pieces glinted in the sunlight, glittering fiercely.
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I don't seem to be one of those depressed types. Although I am not cheery, I am not always weeping. Some may ask why, and I'll tell them my story.
I come home, w
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