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I've went over what I might say to my ex-girlfriend many many times inside my head, but I never quite knew what would go after it. What I would do. What I would not do. So, it's pretty hard to think about this whole long speeby nkkburk 300 words, on Sep 16 5:49 PM
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Mom slams the door behind her, the whole apartment vibrating. She throws the keys on the counter, then swings open the refrigerator door, grabbing out the whiskey bottle. 1by nkkburk 500 words, on Sep 5 2:59 PM
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"Cory," Mel stands in the doorway, rubbing her small eyes with her fist. Her left hand swings at her side, clutching the small, cheap teddy bear Mom got her for her second birthday. I roll out of bed, half expecting her to coby nkkburk 200 words, 1 comment, on Sep 5 12:44 PM
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Ever wandered what it felt like to be behind the trigger, but you were the one who was dead?by nkkburk 300 words, on Aug 3 9:42 PM
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A brother and a sistter are sad because their sister died.by nkkburk 300 words, on Jul 18 6:33 PM
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A girl's sister and mother dies.by nkkburk 300 words, on Jul 18 6:10 PM
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Cory Manning was died when he was seven because of leukemia. He was my brother. My best friend. My inspiration. 1
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by nkkburk 200 words, on Mar 29 10:52 AM
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My muscles scream in protest as I lean forward, yearning towards the exit. I could almost taste the clean, sweet air that drifted just a few feet away. I felt myself choking in the stagnant atmosphere of the caves. Claustrophby nkkburk 100 words, on Feb 16 6:45 PM
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by nkkburk 900 words, 1 comment, on Dec 25 9:43 PM 2008. In Action, Crime, Drama, Horror, Science fiction, Strange, Unfinished
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1 / Maddie slept on my shoulder as I tried hard to fight my tiredness. I was almost 9 years older than her, and here I was, still a child riding on a subway alone. Maddie and I didn't know whereby nkkburk 300 words, on Jul 24 11:46 PM 2008
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The subway rumbled underground, speeding fast beneath the evening's surface. I sat on the far side near the back, my eyes slowly closing.
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Sweet, pure sunshine weaved through the tall willow trees that lined the rushing brooke and shinned on Alicia's face. It was a tuscan golden color, and on Allie's pale skin it appeared a shimmiering morrocan shade. Allie's ey
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Dress flowing, ever so lightly. / Delicate and slow. / She turned and ran and lept; / Dancing to the piano.1 / Strong but beautiful, graceful and light. / She leaps into t
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Friends are people. Family is people. People drift away. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters, brothers, parents, and best friends; they are all people. And they, in most cases, drift away like a lily pad whose stem
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It was dark when Elizabeth opened her eyes. Of course, she knew that the far side of the moon is always like this. She let Luna lead the way to the kingdom, which she explained, was invisible to anyone whom was not adjusted t
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The crimson rose wilted in her frozen fingers as she clutched it with such possesion that the thorns imprinted upon her rough fingertips. Soaked, dark hair hid her pale porceliean looking face, bloodshot eyes, and shocked e
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The crimson rose wilted as she clentched it gently with her frozen fingers, the petals slowly fell to her feet, each one. Her soaked hair hid her pale porcealian looking face, hid her bloodshot eyes, hid the fear her face exp
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The dark leaves of the black locust tree wave upon the hillside, the cold breeze sends shivers up my spine. It was so early in the morning, the mist still floated above the cemetary in the distance, and the sun had yet to ris
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As we walked to the police station, Corbin resting on my shoulder as I carried him to the door, the moon was full and the night was quiet. You could smell the smoke in the air, you could hear the cricket's chirp. / May
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I had everything: A normal American family with their dog and their regular house. I went to school and made A's and B's, and when I got home Mom went to work and Daddy worked on his at-home business. Corbin and I normallyby nkkburk 500 words, 1 comment, on Jun 25 10:15 AM 2007. In Depression, Hope, Life, Love, Personal, Sad, Unfinished
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I am who I am... I'll except that. I will be who I am meant to be... I'll except that. I'll be me... I'll try to except that. / My memories are nothing now; as the fire rages before my eyes. As the fire rages before m
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Chapter 1 / My mother stares upon the newspaper, reading the rumors and gossip spread by the towns people of Fallen. She read the headlines, and flipped the pages, trying to decide if they were true or false. Father siby nkkburk 200 words, 3 comments, on Jun 19 8:09 PM 2007
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