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Death Everyone is born with a certain magic, something uncannily special about them that makes them unique. For some, they go through life never knowing what it is and
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There is this girl and her name is Rose. She has all the friends anyone could ever ask for, but theres a problem,she doesn't like the school she goes to. She's
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Alucard stepped forward into the throne room and saw Richter standing across from him. He stopped moving around twenty-five feet from Richter and neither spoke for a few second
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Alana Gasby looked as if she would faint. Her breathing shallow, her face pale... Slightly swaying back and forth, she tried to brace herself against the wall of th
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The excitement was building in Murphy’s chest. “Three more minutes and I get to leave this frustrating place” he thought to himself as he picked up the block of sharp cheddar c
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On a rainy day in the middle of July. A lone old soul wandered a emerald field ever searching for something. “where is it?” He asks the ground beneath him. He t
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“It’s a funny thing when you realize that someone you hold dear is lost forever. It’s like traveling down a tunnel so long, and suddenly the light is missing. It’s like climbin
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The ground was dry and barren. It stretched flat for as far as the eye could see before the rough, jagged mountains jutted up black against the grey darkening sky.
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Your feet pound at the uneven earth floor, the towering trees loom around you. The branches grab and scratch at you, pulling you, slowing you. You can hear the heav
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A Dream? The night stretches its fingers beyond the horizon. The stars dare not twinkle, and the air is still. The full moon shines dully down upon you from behi
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I’m walking down the aisle in my white, satin, wedding dress. I can feel the blood pumping in my veins. I feel my breath quicken as I saunter towards the altar. I look up and m
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August 12, 2021 Sebastian York
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I took a walk down a dirt trail deep inside the woods and heard laughing just beyond the tree line so I walked through a tangle of brush and branches tearing a patch of my slee
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For You, Kyle Deacon Riley stood over the limp body of Matthew Hewes. The pocket knife with its four inch blade leading to the slick black handle was still in his right hand
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It was the first day of school. Priscilla and her mommy walked across the big street with all the traffic. That was as far as her mommy needed to walk because the r
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It was all so perfect. It was sickeningly perfect. I loved it all. But I don’t understand why I’m here. I’m not crazy but they say I am. Damn them. Yes, damn them they don’t ne
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A Burro's Life on the Devil's Backbone (As told by Polly Bissell)
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It’s a beautiful Indian summer evening. The sun is going down, and the air has cooled off, picking up a cool breeze in Chitrangad. The birds have returned to their homes,
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Dark night, dark blood carrying with it a river of rage that had brought him to this point. And the horror of it suddenly shone with the clarity of his face in the mirror and h
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by Ayla YellowRose
500 words, 4 comments,
on Jul 9 12:59 AM 2006. In <200 lines, Adult, Angst, Dark, Drugs, Fiction, First person, Life, Stran
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