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Mica Hamilton, 16, died of self inflicted wounds on January 24. She died alone. Heartbroken and cold, lying in a crimson river of her own blood. She was a ghost, living in theby SparklingOutcast 600 words, 3 comments, on Jun 23 10:37 PM 2004. In <200 lines
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For the past fifty years Lydia had sat in the same pew, at the same time, in the same thirteenth century cathedral. Everyday she came and prayed. And everyday she came and crieby SparklingOutcast 700 words, 2 comments, on Jul 23 10:46 PM 2004. In <200 lines
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It was a Friday night and once again Diane was home alone. It had been three weeks since she had last seen him, but she could still feel his arms around her.
Diane knew itby SparklingOutcast 700 words, 6 comments, on Jul 24 1:02 PM 2004. In <200 lines -
She had once been beautiful. Tall and slender with long golden hair and blue eyes that shone with a light of their own.
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I sit here, rocking back and forth, back and forth, ignoring your soothing voice. You question, I answer, you question, I lie. I am insane, or so they tell me. They tell me it'by SparklingOutcast 500 words, 1 comment, on Aug 1 1:23 PM 2004. In <200 lines
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When I was younger I was the epitome of sensitive. I was emotional, hell in any given day I cried three or four times.
Then something happened. I grew up.by SparklingOutcast 800 words, 5 comments, on Aug 8 9:57 PM 2004. In <200 lines -
"They are going to take me away." She sobbed, looking up at the dark haired boy. "They won't let me stay."
He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her shakingby SparklingOutcast 900 words, 7 comments, on Jan 17 5:58 PM 2005. In <200 lines -
I was never normal. Not when i was three and ran away from day care. Not when i was six, sittin alone on the concrete in my cowboy boots and denim skirt, reading a 200 page novby SparklingOutcast 1400 words, 5 comments, on Feb 20 12:12 PM 2005. In <200 lines
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Despite the blaring music voices rang through Jackson's shut door.
'You bitch, they're my kids too.'by SparklingOutcast 1900 words, 6 comments, on Mar 7 4:40 PM 2005. In <200 lines -
how could you not fall in love with a girl whose name is micaela?
it's micaela, not michaela, not mikala, not michelle, but micaela. and im not beautiful, not anymore. i useby SparklingOutcast 700 words, 5 comments, on Mar 13 2:56 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Romance -
Meliaa sat barefoot and shivering on her roof. She scribbled furiously for a few moments and then looked out across her house, her estate, her prison, and into the streets thatby SparklingOutcast 800 words, 5 comments, on Mar 20 12:00 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Other, Romance
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Meliaa's hand was freezing cold in his as she lead him down her huge marble hallway. Walking silently she turned the corner and quietly opened and shut her door. She flipped onby SparklingOutcast 800 words, 4 comments, on Mar 20 6:56 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Other, Romance
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She stood on the edge of the building, leaning against the wind, as the pure northern air played with her dirty blonde hair. Spreading her arms out like wings she grinned and tby SparklingOutcast 1100 words, 12 comments, on Mar 25 6:16 PM 2005. In <200 lines
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[Pale light diffuses throughout a bedroom and reveals a waifish girl of seventeen, her knees are pulled up tightly to her chest, her arms wrapped around them, chin resting on hby SparklingOutcast 500 words, 4 comments, on Apr 21 12:11 AM 2005. In <200 lines
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[A pale girl stands, one hand on her hip, a half smile playing at her lips. She is wearing little makep, only dark eye liner, and dark clothes. Lighting is normal, and she addr
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Black lights glowing, storm raging outside, silenced by the throbbing technoized beat, a pale redheaded girl throws back another shot and continues dancing. Her pale skin glows
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I was never the kind of girl who gently collapsed or slowly crumbled. I never fell to the ground in a graceful, spiraling faint. I always came crashing down, falling at twice t
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Your best friend asked me out. We were seven and I laughed, too afraid of cooties to go to a Ranger's game with your best friend. I wished things had been that simple betby SparklingOutcast 2100 words, 3 comments, on Dec 20 12:24 AM 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Depression, Romance -
Dear Ms. Hobart,
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Dandelions
The late afternoon sun beat down on her head, reminding her that there were a million and one places she’d rather be. The manicured cemetery for the rich and re
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