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Stories about <600 words
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By mid afternoon I has reached the Valley of Dragons. No... it's not infested with fire breathing drangons but with snap dragons. A little less scary right? Not when they cover
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11-year old Jacob Benton spun around at his desk chair one sunny Saturday afternoon in June. He had become very bored.
Jacob's mom, Mrs. Benton, knocked on his door. Jaco
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I was like, “What?” I didn’t know what to say or how to react for that matter. Quite frankly I was shocked. Jerry and I had been friends since the fifth grade and started datin
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Through the settling dust and haze, the colours appear. But wait! That is not the colour I observed before! What has happened? What has changed? Yet again, as I peer, the colou
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In a room in a suburban house, I moved towards her. The day was grim and fading, but I kept the lights off. The cold made us keep our sweaters on, though we looked at each othe
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It had been two weeks since he'd been shipped out to the Border Planets, three gorram weeks since he'd talked to his parents about his twin and almost fours weeks since he'd le
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Here we are again.
I thought it would never have come to all of this. I thought when you said forever, you really meant it. I guess I thought wrong. All I ever did to yo
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A Sermon
Your God is dead. Through the blatant manipulation of your holy texts, ye who sought a cosmic remedy for your mortal dilemmas has slain He who ye held so very dea
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Life without Mama dearest was hell.He missed her clumsy odorous feet,toothless nasty grin and faint fishy odour.If only the foolish old hag hadn't slipped down the stairs.So bo
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While walking home from school Jess was thinking how ironic life could be. She was living in a sweet foster home when her father pulled her out. He wanted to be a 'family'. Dad
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Wasted time, Wasted energy and nothing
left to look forward to, my opinions about
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As I walk under the bridge in a big city.
I see the old bum thinking over his fire.
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The day was cold when i woke up, it made my bones chilled and alone. I felt vacant and used, totally abused, and maybe even hated. When you live in a home where you dont belon
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“She’s planning on moving out here. Selling her house, quitting her job, moving away from her family.”
I ask him if that is what he really wants.
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Once upon a time, and a very long time ago I might add, lived a herd of Unicorns. A Queen of their kind, who was very beautiful and was never looked down upon, ruled them. Her
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Grey stone castle walls reached up towards the sky straining to look up at it I sat as far forward as you’re seatbelt will allow. Boys and girls were standing holding bags and
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The soft, gentle breathing was almost comforting. It almost distracted him from his purpose, that lulling, wispy sound that he so rarely heard.
He gazed upon the blank f
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They cling desperately to my warm flesh, slipping little by little. Weeping, screaming, begging for their descent to stop. All futile; but was that not known from the beginni
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A young girl giggles in her sleep, as she rides a mystical creature in her world called Dreamland. A teenager mumbles about scoring the winning point for the Los Angeles Lakers
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Sometimes it happens: You just forget.
The things you forget can be small and forgivable, such as forgetting to pick up ketchup from the grocery store. On the other hand,
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Chapter 1
Sitting on her love seat, Sara Rose Banthery listens to the fireplace crackle & pop. She tried to read her romance novel, but her thoughts were elsewhere. &l
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Her Childhood Sweetheart
By: Raoul Vicomte de Changy
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I began to shiver as the rain pounded and a brisk wind blew. I couldn't believe what I had become.I looked up and saw a sharp piece of glass. I laid on my back staring at the s
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The park is full of strangers.
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