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This is a question and answer piece for a contest.
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by Animus Argentis
2500 words,
on Nov 23 12:21 AM. In Adult, Contest, Dark, Depression, Erotica, Fantasy, First person, Love, Romance, Sad
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As Marjorie and Derek enjoy a night on the town, a terror lurks wating to happen: it is only a matter of time. . . .
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"When I look into your radiant eyes; I see my destiny staring back at me."
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The roses have lost their beauty.
The sky is a gray mask of no brilliance.
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Marjorie is a sweet, unsuspecting girl in love with a dashing soldier who has no secrets to hide - except one.
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This is a short SHORT story for a contest!
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A teacher handles a student's brother when he breaks into her house when she is alone
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Pistol aimed At the revolving door
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by Stellaqt2
200 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 21 7:35 PM. In Code lyoko, Contest, Fanfiction, First person, Jealous, Love, Romance, Sad, Young adult
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The happiness the rain brings...
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"Wait," I yelled as she started to open the taxi cab door. 1
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Fate has a way of intervening. 1
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Names I spent forever thinking over! I think you will really enjoy them!
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A description of yours truly, for Tawnis's contest!!
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A desert island story! for a contest.
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Fanfiction from my own story... How does that work?
((Rated PG 13 for reference to rape and certain tail behavior))
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"Wow, Edmund, only seven hours that time?" Bella Dove said when her vampire husband, Edmund Culver, rolled off of her one morning. "Losing your touch, huh?" Edmund frowned at her.1
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A letter from Mark to his sister, written well before the events of 'End of times'.
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The mere thought of him makes me smile. All he has to do is walk into the room, and I feel my lips pull slightly to the side. I usually hide this from him, cause it embarrasses me. 1
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Ahh I love this contest! 
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Sweet and charming boy who stole my imapssioned heart, I'll love you no matter what.
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"Nah nah nah!!!! nahnahnahnahnah!!!!! nahNha nah nah ah naaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed out the beat at the top of my lungs, knowing ful well that my twin brother was attempting to sleep in the next room.
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A definition of me for a contest.
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This is for a contest to describe how a cricket sounds.
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by Obani
100 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 17 5:49 PM. In Contest
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Something was there. that much was certain, yet the question wasn't 'if' yet it is 'what?' What was out there that made things seem so unreal? A trembled sigh escaped her lips. Not even sure if breathing should be allowed. As
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