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Welcome to my life. This place where I am bound to the ground and walls in a corner. I have to get out of here. I need someway to escape. I've killed two guards already. Who knows how many more will fall victim? This insanity
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One week into school, and already I feel left out. Every time I try and talk with her, she turns away. Something is wrong, I just can't tel
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The small boy of eight or nine, lay motionless on the stone cold floor of the great hall. It seemed as if the young boy was asleep, but theby XxpooranatevkaxX 1400 words, on Nov 8 4:47 PM 2007. In , Death, Depression, Fiction, Murder, Pain, Third person, Unfinished
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Her face got a disgusted look on it as she walked into the house. 1 / "What are you making?"2 / Her older brother, Greg, stuck his head outby XxpooranatevkaxX 500 words, 1 comment, on Mar 5 8:38 PM 2008. In , Fiction, Third person, Unfinished, Weird
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The girl stiffened herself as the belt came down another time. This happened so regularly, she was used to it. She knew the drill. All sheby XxpooranatevkaxX 300 words, 2 comments, on Jul 14 10:29 AM 2008. In , Abuse, Pain, Sad, Teen, Unfinished
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Hands shaking, I moved my hands across my arm. The scars were prominent in some places, barely visible in others. But they were there. Also visible was the discoloration. A bruise that had been there a while was just startingby XxpooranatevkaxX 300 words, 1 comment, on Oct 23 6:56 PM 2008. In Abuse, Dark, First person, Horror, Pain, Personal, Sad, Teen
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The glass is warm in her hands, not hot, but not cold. Warm, as it it had been in her hand for awhile. She was contemplating her next move, should she, or should she not. Through all the shit she'd been dealt, she had never tby XxpooranatevkaxX 400 words, 1 comment, on Oct 27 6:57 PM 2008. In Dark, Depression, Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Teen
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I was almost asleep when it started. She told him something. He yelled back about back about being the only one who ever did anything around the house. I'd had enough. They weren't going to wake up the house another night. Iby XxpooranatevkaxX 300 words, on May 27 1:19 PM
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The flame was in my hand, but the paper just wouldn't catch. It was the sticky stuff that once held the book together. It was getting in the way. I ripped it off and started again. Strike, watch, see if it will catch. I decidby XxpooranatevkaxX 300 words, 1 comment, on Oct 27 4:56 PM 2007. In Depression, Fiction, First person
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