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It was 11:05pm. He was late, very late. The young girl sat in her moonlit room. She rocked back and forth in the midlle of her made bed.
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"Is the nurse coming today?" she asked her sister, her face reflecting a permanent fear that would not go away for a long time. She felt l
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I was brought up a Christian, never being asked my opinion nor even talked to about what that meant. I went to church with my mother, stay
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I wipe away the tears on my white smock, long sharp knife in hand. I like the way the onions do that to me; I’ve always loved that wonderfby whitecoffee 600 words, 2 comments, on May 7 3:24 PM. In First person, Other, Starting idea, Unfinished
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Welcome. Sit back and let us weave a tale of woe and splendor, of women and men and these medieval times when they resided in the castle o
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I pray with my mommy every night. Afterwards, she tucks me in, kisses me and leaves the door open a crack. I hear her soft footsteps and t
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