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Nequam. It is said that one hundred years ago, we were saved by 9 great and powerful mages.
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Can you not tell I'm suffering inside?
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Ugly Flower, Young but worn.
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Neon colours, not so bright; They're dark and faded like the night.
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Why would you care? You've never really been there
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Can anybody really see That there's something wrong with me?
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I'm the girl with the plastic smile, The plaster heat
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Release me from this broken body; It's forever shot and shoddy.
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Endless skies, Tears of grey.
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Raine slowly and carefully slid herself out of the driver's seat and purposly left her door open, incase this worthless, broken SUV could be used as a safe haven for a passing survivor. 1
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"Here." My friend Anthony held out two small, semi-circle shaped stones, one clear while the other was a deep, dark blue. "I'm going to hold these both behind my back. If you choose the clear one, you don't have to say anythi
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"Oww, my head..." Raine's eyes slowly opened as she rubbed them slowly, her head still extremely groggy. There was a mysterious sticky spot
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After a few akwards jerks and jolts, Raine figured out how to roughly get the black SUV to move. Just well enough to be considered "Another Teenage Driver", to her relief. After all; how sane would she sound explaining to a p
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So when I saw this contest, I thought 'Hey, I should enter! If I can be nearly as random as my friends, I could totally win this beast!'1
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"Please don't hang up. I want to talk to you."1
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"Breaking News! An outbreak of a recently discovered virus has caused thousands of deaths in the past four days! This horrible discovery ha
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Jasmine smiled softly at the thought of what she was about to do. Her heart pounded quickly and excitedly in her chest as her pale, thin fingers picked up her blood encrusted razorblade. After all this time, she was finally
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The Baron came home in the early morn, only to find a strange man infront of his bridge, bent over a corpse and engorging himself on it's f
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Okonkwo walked into the Psychiatrist's office and sat down on a large, brown chair. He felt it sinking slightly, but didn't pay much mind t
by SympatheticMisery
500 words,
on Nov 16 3:09 PM 2008. In , Apart, Dialogue, Fall, Fiction, Okonkwo, Other, Psychiatrist, Random, Things
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You used to cradle me in your arms, Hold my hand,
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I will no longer cry For your love.
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"My name is Bree. I am three.
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