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I followed Nick out to the parking lot and smoothly fell into stride with him because this would always be our fate.
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There was no room on his arms anymore.
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He was drenched and your mouth was dry, and suddenly all those conversational skills you developed in front of the mirror when you were ten
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We lived in his van for a while. He boiled a toothbrush so I could use it, but he almost melted some of the bristles. We showered at a commby anxiously D 500 words, 3 comments, on Mar 9 8:32 PM 2008. In , First person, Life, Non-fiction, Personal
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He kept his distance and hoped that Jérémie would do the same despite the way the fence was parting for them.by anxiously D 3500 words, 6 comments, on Mar 8 7:52 PM 2008. In Fiction, Gay, Love, Pain, Third person
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Thoughts on being diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder, sometimes called Social Phobia.
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There's this girl I know who is more like a shadow than a person. When I walk in front of her she will follow me anywhere. When I walk besi
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I saw you down at the beach that day for the first time. You came by yourself and set your towel down on the rocks, far away from everyone
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Seventeen words for amaya forsaken's contest. :0)by anxiously D <100 words, 4 comments, on Mar 1 9:04 PM 2008. In
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I wrote this in 2006.
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"It's alright," I speak into his neck and each movement of my lips is a secret kiss on his skin.
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There's a bruise forming on his jaw and a cut above his left eye that's bleeding a little. He'll have another scar to go along with the res
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When I found her my heart was pounding in my chest. It felt like it was trying to escape, but I couldn't let her see the pain I was in. I cby anxiously D 400 words, 4 comments, on Feb 27 2:07 AM 2008. In Fiction
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It was nightfall by the time Kennedy made it out of the house. It had been four months since he last saw the hyacinth growing along the walkway or the rose bush that had now taken over it. The grass on the lawn was coarse and
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He let his mouth hang open for a moment while the smoke did it's slow, twisted dance, (revised)
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by anxiously D 700 words, 4 comments, on Feb 22 4:24 PM 2008. In Dark, Fiction, First person, Oneshot, Young adult
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It was 6 am when it all began for the last time. The music vibrated the walls of his bedroom and rang in his ears. He could hear the words
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by anxiously D 600 words, 4 comments, on Feb 18 6:28 PM 2008. In Ficlet, Fiction, General, Oneshot, Young adult
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I wake up alone every morning and it always hurts me; I haven't gotten used to it yet.
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