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To pee, or not to pee– that is the question:
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I sat in a room before my dusty hearse-black typewriter trying to convince myself that I was a writer. I would begin, and bang out a few dreadful paragraphs only rip the page a
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(This Story Is Based Of An Event That Took Place In Florida at Mcdonalds. http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,504125,00.html)1
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He was aging, deteriorating, lots more rapidly than was his hoard of money. And as the days passed, the question of what to do with his ama
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The probably completely un-awaited new story by some peoples favourite author DoozerDan!
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This is not a story.
Yes, I know that this is a short story website, and I’m aware that I’ll probably get a large number of self-righteous crits and comments telling me to
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For as long as I can recall, Richard Feare sat in section three. Since the first grade,in P.S. 173, classrooms were typically divided into
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All the cool kids are doing it.
by Brent
1400 words, 104 comments,
on Jul 2 11:33 PM 2007. In Dark, Humor
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This is a recollection, couching some thoughts about dealing with, focusing on, a life perspective.
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1 / "Well, you all can have the night off," said Santa to his elves.2 / "What!?" they all echoed.3 / "Yes. I've checked the list tw
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"You're a phony!"
I can't get the whispered words of fervid loathing out of my head. My agony sinks deeper until I'm consumed with this one phrase. Ha, agony. Such a cheap
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Some things change; some things remain the same. Sort of.
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Sometimes, some books aren't meant to be borrowed...
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Thomas rescued her, but would she remain his forever?
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PINEAPPLE GROVE This is a little different. It has been characterized as a GHOST STORY...and...it is!
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This is Bob Bob tried to fly
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A young man realizes he must resolve the repressed feelings of rage and guilt he stumbles on.
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Good Lord! Another soire. When will they grow-up? How many surprises will it take?
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It was me. I did it.
I mean, I could hardly deny it, could I? I aimed the gun, I pulled the trigger, I shot Virgil Baker in the heart. And
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The year was 1889. It was her first night back in London from a long visit to Venice. Oriello stood just inside the shadow of the alleyway listening to the drunken teens laughi
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Feeling a bit inspired from English class
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JUST READ! 
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Anisha strives for the perfect life and the perfect partner. Take a ride through her fractured reality to learn the harrowing truth.
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Two women, one man and a lot of roses...
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I’m carsick again. Lovely. Stopped on the side of the freeway to puke on the shoulder. So that’s what scrambled eggs and hydrochloric acid looks like. / / When I’m finished feeding asphalt, I lean against the driver’s side of my car, just next to the
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With all the people walking in and out of a person's life, it is hard to keep track of everyone who actually matters and stays
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Evil lurked in the stormy night air as two strangers met for the first time under fated circumstances...
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INTRODUCTION1This is a true story that took place in Zimbabwe. The author tells of the last year in the life of one of the few loyal families who stayed on in the country, after independence.Joy and her husband Bill loved Zi
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A safety manual for a fictional children's toy set.
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This how the world will end.
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A conductor sees fit to use an entire city as his orchestra.
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I stepped into the cold empty space I now called home and smiled widely…trying to maybe convince myself that what I was doing wasn’t a mistake. I mean…what was so wrong w
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Things aren't what they used to be...and perhaps they never were.
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For one death is the end, for another, it is a means of profit.
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He called again, this time outstretching his hand. "It's Daddy, remember?"
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