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And with just the perfect weather, I sit down to write a story. This is a story about a boy who would never write it himself. He fears he may not be able to do justice to it and he is right. This is a story which is important
by Hermann
800 words, 5 comments,
on Nov 17 6:48 AM. In Life
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First Poem I Ever Wrote, Like EVER.
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by Migfin
700 words, 3 comments,
on Nov 18 6:32 AM
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Famine came a-knocking
On the widowed mother's door,
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"Trying to break through the surface. Everyone knows that under htis hard layer, the moon is really made of cheese!"
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My religious beliefs are simple, and complicated. There is so much ritual, and hidden meaning and secret knowledge. It takes years just to be able to do certain things, however, my religion is open to any who comes. My religi
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The sweltering sun blazed ahead, the crows circled endlessly above. There sharp beaks gleaming in the hot sun, there shape seemed to waver
by Valk
100 words, 10 comments,
on Nov 20 2:52 PM
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I had done my best to ignore all three of them at school, because I had a feeling if one was involved, all the rest would be in on it. As soon as I was home, I deleted Virgil’s number off of my contacts. A week had passed by
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We all need a saviour. A miracle.
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Thank you so much Ronnie for translating this for me!! ^^
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This is a very creepy urban legend I heard a long time ago while visiting relatives in New Mexico. 1
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by Breathless
<100 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 21 10:38 PM
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I didn't get to my office until 11 am. Last night's orgy of cookies and milk makes an old P.I. slow the next day, in this city of broken dr
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