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The park is full of strangers.
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The park is full of strangers.
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The park is full of strangers.
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The park is full of strangers.
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I can remember my first entry into my new diary. A present from my grand father for my sixteenth birthday. I had always kept a record of my days though it made me sad reading t
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It was dark.
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Sakoura and El Artemis entered the shadowy theater, that stage was lit and four figures stood playing music that melted their hearts and the snow that settled on their shoulder
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El Artemis sat blushing as Fran ran over to the table in an apron.
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This is not a first meeting but a first physical meeting. I already knew the person I was about to meet. Endless nights chatting over the Internet had taught me much about him.by Home Of Pumpkin 700 words, 1 comment, on Feb 20 2:35 PM 2006. In <200 lines
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hey everybody on my last day here in france and its snowing fit to burst and you cant see a meter infront of you grrrr really bad conditions.
life here has gone sharply downby Home Of Pumpkin 100 words, 5 comments, on Feb 17 6:24 AM 2006. In <200 lines -
to every one this concerns:
having a fantastic time been stalked by a french dude fit as hell and been romping in the snow with my ben. missing you all very much so and hopiby Home Of Pumpkin 300 words, 6 comments, on Feb 15 7:58 AM 2006. In <200 lines -
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Prey, was what the man was.
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as you read the next few hundred pages of this book.
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characters in the (yet to decide on a title) story:
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"Mother were is farther?"
Eshel glanced up at her mother who met her gaze sadly.by Home Of Pumpkin 1800 words, 3 comments, on Jan 10 4:49 PM 2006. In 200-1500 lines, Fiction, Other -
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Eshel sat on the old battered sofa, brown with age and worn with over use.
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Eshel sat on the sofa gripping the mug of coffee like it was her only anchor the to the world.
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Eshel sat, alone, staring straight ahead.by Home Of Pumpkin 1200 words, 6 comments, on Nov 12 5:34 PM 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror
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Say hello to Eshel
The hospital corridor was cold…the air reeked of disinfectant, chemicals.by Home Of Pumpkin 1200 words, 4 comments, on Nov 10 3:25 PM 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Fantasy, Fiction
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