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Wes was always a quiet respectful person. He never said much but was considered almost popular by the cheerleading snobs and resented by their football-playing boyfriends
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I knelt down and said a silent prayer as the images grew even wilder than before. For the spirits were cluttered amongst a purpled hazy sky. / I could now clearly see the tears in the sky that these so-called souls wby StillWalkingAlone 300 words, 2 comments, on Aug 17 12:43 PM 2007. In Other
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by StillWalkingAlone 400 words, on Mar 11 11:09 AM 2007. In A dizzy dazed account of the mo, First person, Other
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Bill's eyes opened as the warm sun hit his face. He squinted and looked around the alley to see a few cats and a blackbird. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, sby StillWalkingAlone 700 words, 3 comments, on Feb 24 3:45 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Crime, Depression, Fiction
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The moon was rising by the time Bill came back to this world again. He was laying on the cold pavement behind the supermarket staring up at the stars. He coughed anby StillWalkingAlone 700 words, 6 comments, on Feb 22 3:53 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Crime, Depression, Fiction
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Shem jerked a little, causing the knife to fly out of his hand and onto the floor across the room. He cursed out loud and got up to retrieve it.
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Bill woke up in the alley again. The darkness was all around him and ,almost instantly, the thoughts filled his head again. The voices soon followed.
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by StillWalkingAlone 300 words, 1 comment, on May 25 2:32 PM 2006. In Crime
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The smoke billowed up towards the ceiling and Jimmy watched as it weaved around the fan and a little beheaded squirrel stuffed animal he had hanging by a rope. He was losby StillWalkingAlone 600 words, 1 comment, on Apr 6 3:10 PM 2006. In Depression, Lonely kid story, Starting idea
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by StillWalkingAlone 400 words, 3 comments, on May 22 2:44 PM 2006. In Depression, First person, Freedom
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