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What a peaceful sight it must be, the precious moments just before dawn when not a noise is made aside from the cool, Tebithian breeze, blo
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A story of a sick kitten who loves to play, written by my ten year old brother, dictated by my seven year old sister
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1. "And then there were none" by Agatha Christie 1
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I heard the cawing of a crow1
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Tall, wise, old oak tree,1
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chapter 1!!! Wasn't going to post this for a while, but here you go anyway.
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Those who have caused the most joy in the world who suffered and still stood, while those who have let them self fall, has caused many sorr
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Here are some names for your main character:1
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To see and to feel the beauty and joy in life, while at the same time, to acknowledge and act against the ugly and miserable.
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Nothing will ever compare to the moment I first killed someone; the way the blood spilled into such pretty patterns or how the knife sliced
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So, what about a story about a guy who falls in love with the daughter of an evil magic user (can be any kind you like)and when the evil magic user finds out then he/she puts a curse on him. The curse makes it so that his so
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by silent dances
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on Sep 30 7:50 PM 2008. In
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Character Name:Jake Coffin1
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As it may be guessed, the trap in which Isaac was caught in, was not the last. But to Jeff, whom had been previously trained to avoid such
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Isaac lay on the mossy ground, unable to feel it’s softness under him. He longed for sleep, the one thing he had always been able to achieve with no effort. But now even as his eyes begged to be closed and his mind wanted to
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The night drew on, and Jeff sat awake, silence calming his nerves. Crystel laid asleep next to him ankle swelled up to easily three times its original size, and a dark purple color replacing its usual light pinkish shade. Jef
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Crystel’s slept deeply that night. It would seem that nothing should wake her. The trees above her, as threatening as they may have appeare
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Crystel’s slept deeply that night. It would seem that nothing should wake her. The trees above her, as threatening as they may have appeared, were calm, and swayed gently in the wind, pattering together almost as if in song.
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A couple hours passed and nothing seemed to happen. Crystel would take turns walking with each of them. Spending ten minutes with one, retr
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Isaac bolted up right and looked at Crystel dead in her regretful, tearing eyes, hatred towards the little wretch filling him up so that d
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another thing about the book I almost wrote.
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A boy named Thomas discoveres that true happiness is not found in ones-self, but sometimes you must look to others.
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So, crystel and Isaac are setting off. If your a new reader, please start from the prologue
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Chapter 2!!! I hope you enjoy!
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