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I started for home, and kept hearing some noises behind me. The crunching of leaves. The shuffle of someone's feet. Was Bertha following me home or something? I didn't think she would want to be around me after that whole inc
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When your a cop it isn't a very good idea to be distracted by anything.All that day I kept thinking about Cindy even when I was on the job.by Keyootee 400 words, 2 comments, on May 18 6:29 PM 2008
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I used a handkerchief to keep the wound from bleeding out. It seemed Steve was doing nothing to help out. Some man, being lax when someone
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Leaves of silver, leaves of gold...remember the stories that you've been told.1 / For winter it was rather warm, but it really wasn't any d
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It was the day of my ascent to adulthood.1 / I must say I really wasn't ready for it at all. I dressed in the long robe of my ancestors and
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Nobody here would believe my story. All my life I couldn't help but to question everything in this town of Ree. My name is Remington. I can
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"Your name is not Marissa, I think that bump on the head did something to your brain. Your bleeding all over!" I started to wipe the blood
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The school was hustling and bustling with people. People knocked into Fredina Smith like she wasn't even there. She was tired of getting he
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There once was a woman who lived in a shoe, who had so many children she didn't know what to do. That could describe the family of Kitty Catrina, well except for the shoe part that is. There was always children everywhere. An
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I went to school like any other day but I was distracted by the picture book that was in my backpack. I knew I couldn't wait until I got home to see what Oliva had left in there. It was becoming a habit for me not to focus in my classes. I hoped my grades
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Everything before I went home seemed to be a blur. Dragging over the last classes of school. Then heading over to the hospital. I was beat, but my curiosity of just where my sister had been hiding out lately was winning over my want to have a nap. I peere
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After doing my homework that I had gotten from Denise I ran downstairs to call my new friend. / / "Hey Laura, how would you like to hang out?" / / Though I never got to hear a reply, my mother wrestled the phone away from me and hung it up. Her
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I was sitting on the couch reading a book, just having a lazy Saturday inside when my older sister comes barging in snapping photos of anything that got in her way. Moving my arm to try to dodge the blasts of lights, I grumble. / / "What do you think
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I was nervous as heck as I entered the courtroom. But I knew I was innocent. What was I worried about? / / "First witness. Rodwick Patterm
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Today when I came on job, something seemed different. / / "Hey Dahlia, did you get your hair done?" / / She just smiled. Maybe she got co
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Yet, he ended up being put in prison. / / Now what am I going to do? / / It seemed I had done pretty well without him. / / Maybe I can t
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Christian Love's Pocketfull of Miracles Extraordinare: the memoirs of a evangelist priest (part two)Everything was moving so fast. / / I flipped through the lyrics of the songs of the band that Roddy had lined up. / / I couldn't believe
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Did you ever look in the mirror, and see someone who was not you? Perhaps I am going crazy to stare so long and think my hair looks black.
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Leaves of silver, leaves of gold…remember the stories you have been told. In the winter the leaves become nothing but bones of what they ha
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Why do I ask for perfection for myself? With how my family makes such a big deal out of me there must be something special about me.But jus
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It was rare that I ever got any time away from her mother's watchful eyes these days. Ever since she had found out that the disease had inv
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I was born with a gift. / / My love is as strong as a mountain. / / Happiness bounds inside like a balloon bouncing and flying up high in the sky. / / Every emotion shines twice as much as someone else. / / I want to love them all, tou
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Christian Love's Pocketfull of Miracles Extraordinare: the memoirs of a evangelist priest (part one)Some days I sit back and think of how it all started. / / Yeah, that fateful day. The one I can never forget how matter how hard I tried.
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Ever since she was a youngster, her grandmother had told her the story over and over. The older she got the less she believed in it. The story sounded like something her grandmother had brewed up to make her feel better about being born a half-elf. /
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Bruce Hamilton sat gingerly next to the old woman on the bench as he waited for the bus. / / It's the last place he wanted to sit. All the
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