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It's quiet here in the hotel lobby, nothing to accompany me but the manager, who quite obviously doesn't have a life, or he wouldn't be working the graveyard shift at the Days Inn. But I have to say, aside from him, there are
by Seachelle
700 words, 1 comment,
on Oct 17 2:54 AM
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There is this thing, and it's called hate. It's just like love, only the exact opposite. It holds the same power over it's host, only a different emotion. Hate is an anger-based being that eats souls and loves to destroy anyt
by Seachelle
400 words, 1 comment,
on Aug 5 6:47 PM
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I will never forget the day I broke my big toe...Yes, my big toe. It's not a common bone the average American breaks, but then again, I am not your average teenager. I could complain all day how badly my toe hurt, or maybe ho
by Seachelle
1600 words, 2 comments,
on Aug 4 8:30 PM
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Her body swung elegantly to the hum of latin music as a man noticed her experience through whimsical steps. Alcohol, which presently held dominance in Patrick's blood stream, seemed to cloud most of his vision and sense of ju
by Seachelle
300 words, 3 comments,
on Jun 10 12:11 PM
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I hate the absence1
by Seachelle
200 words, 3 comments,
on May 31 2:10 AM
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I count the seconds1
by Seachelle
200 words, 3 comments,
on May 29 5:41 PM
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by Seachelle
100 words, 3 comments,
on Mar 8 9:37 PM
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If you've ever looked into the eyes of an owl, you'd discover how feral he really is. Not a tame bone in his body, not an ounce of civilized flesh. He's completely unreadable; a book you just can't seem to open.1
by Seachelle
<100 words, 4 comments,
on Dec 21 1:44 PM 2008
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I can't concentrate when my left shoe is untied and the teacher is rambling on about the Civil War. I just can't. I've always had this problem though, but I don't think it's my shoe. My mom always thought I had ADHD when I w
by Seachelle
800 words, 3 comments,
on May 18 1:35 PM 2008
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The house itself was nothing short of extraordinary and unlike anything I'd ever seen. The quaint little fence that hugged the property creaked ever so often when the ruffling wind blew past. I looked up past the three wooden
by Seachelle
400 words, 4 comments,
on May 16 6:22 PM 2008
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I the butterfly1 / with such tattered wings2 / and toes3 / flutter across this vast meadow of life4 / whe
by Seachelle
100 words,
on May 16 5:32 PM 2008
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It eats me up; tears me down, making me question what I am doing here in this empty useless space.1 / But your voice is flower petal, soft yet unsecure, it lures me into your trance.
by Seachelle
100 words, 4 comments,
on Mar 6 6:42 PM 2008
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Chapter 11 / Swiili, Pennsylvania had always been this cozy little college town stuck in the middle of two large brethren cities, following the way of the river westward before it wrapped around
by Seachelle
1600 words, 5 comments,
on Dec 28 10:18 PM 2007
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En mi corazo'n, latia para tu'. 1 / En mi corazo'n, agarro tu'.2 / Para uno tiempo en mi vida, ti se' yo tengo.3 / Para tu', me duele c
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by Seachelle
700 words, 8 comments,
on Mar 15 8:53 PM 2007
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by Seachelle
700 words, 10 comments,
on Feb 27 10:12 PM 2007
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by Seachelle
700 words, 7 comments,
on Feb 10 12:34 PM 2007
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by Seachelle
600 words, 10 comments,
on Feb 6 10:28 PM 2007
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by Seachelle
900 words, 5 comments,
on Feb 6 8:02 PM 2007
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by Seachelle
900 words, 5 comments,
on Feb 4 1:11 PM 2007
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by Seachelle
200 words, 5 comments,
on Feb 3 10:58 AM 2007. In
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by Seachelle
2200 words, 14 comments,
on Jan 28 1:34 PM 2007
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by Seachelle
300 words, 4 comments,
on Jan 27 2:37 AM 2007
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