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This is just a short prologue for a novel I am going to be sending in let me know what ou think. There will be more soon if you like.by I Write naked 200 words, 6 comments, 2 hours ago. In Fantasy, Fiction, Novel, Third person, Unfinished
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The boy watched the colorful streets and the many people strolling about it from above in the tall tree. Everyone appeared to be in a rushby acey madness 600 words, 3 hours ago. In Drama, Fantasy, Fiction, Life, Love, Sad, Short story, Teen
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by acey madness 1500 words, 2 comments, 3 hours ago. In Depression, Fantasy, Fiction, Love, Mystery, Short story, Tragedy, Young adult
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by Lithron 2300 words, 7 hours ago. In Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Fiction, Novel, Third person, Unedited, Unfinished, War
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The smooth waves rolled across the sandy beach. A young girl lay asleep on the waves. A very old man leaned across to the girl. As he touched her, wrinkles deepened and the old man withdrew. 1
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I sat up with a jolt, only to feel as if I was hit by a truck. my vision blackened and my head swam as I fell back into a comfortable softn
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"Looking in the mirror that morning, I should have known it wasn't wise," her words came out softly as her appointed psychiatrist listened intently, "I couldn't recognize myself. I wasn't in control of my body...I tried screa
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Jones squinted to protect his eyes from the bright sun as he exited the police station. He shifted his belt before walking on; his pants we
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The dark-skinned woman smiled as she pulled herself away from the rifle. The job was pulled off as successful as always. There never had be
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A man wearing a cloak of a hue of sanguine bandage ran down a clammy and dark tunnel. The moment he heard a the chambering of a gun, he lea
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Leaves rustled as a cool breeze floated through the trees. The snapping and 1
crunching of leaves and twigs could be heard as something forced its way through the brush. It passed between the tress into a small gap, an empty -
Jonan tripped and fell into the muddy ground. It was the third time in the night he had done so. After what he had seen, it was remarkable that he was still able to keep on getting up. The trauma any normal person would feelby macfluffers 1100 words, 1 day ago. In Dark, Death, Fantasy, Fiction, Short story, Third person, War
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I am Father Desiderio. I am many things. I am a priest. I am a knight. I am a brother. I am a comrade. I am a servant. I am a warrior. I am a teacher.1by macfluffers 1900 words, 1 day ago. In Dark, Death, Fantasy, Fiction, First person, Pain, Short story
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Something I just thought of.
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Maxwell cocked his rifle and tightened his grip on the forestock. He heard several messages sent over the radio through his earpiece, but he ignored the bulk of them, having only tangential importance to him. He shifted his b
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The grogginess blurring his vision. As he awoke once more from a drunken, induced sleep. He rubbed his eyes making his vision clearer. He stood up slightly groggy and stared at the remains of the night before. The lone bottleby gopher dude 1600 words, 1 comment, 1 day ago. In Dark, Depression, Fiction, First person, Love, Romance
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by xTroubled-Teenx 600 words, 1 day ago. In Fiction, Gay, Love, Other, Personal, Romance, Starting idea, Unfinished, Young adult
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His warm hand clutched hers, their fingers entwined in loving embrace. It was something that she dreamed would never end, and something that he saw as temporary. When their lips met, the sparks still tingled in their minds, l
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A part of me was trapped, somewhere inside my own mind and I wasn’t sure how to break free. I wasn’t even sure what exactly I was trying t
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The message on her answering machine had been short, four condemning words that no one ever wants to hear: "We need to talk." It had been left at 2:51 p.m.; she would have still been in school. He didn't want to talk to her.
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by Vampitizer 600 words, 1 day ago. In And more!, Fantasy, Fiction, Love, Romance, Vampires, Witches, Young adult
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Second in a series of flash fic pieces that I am currently writing as supplement to this year's NaNoWriMo project.
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I trace my finger over the photographs. I do not remember when I took them. I do not know who she is. I do not know who he is. But I know w
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Davie hates his life, but how can he make it better? A very, VERY short story.
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“Be Careful sis,” A male voice whispers. His outline is all that is visible and it soon disappears after his warning.1
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The streets of Manhattan were filled with drunken people celebrating the new year. They were all frolicking about screaming “happy new year” while their children slept alone in their homes. Amazing Fireworks were set off evby rainbowveinz 1900 words, 1 comment, 1 day ago. In Dark, Death, Fiction, Horror, Love, Murder, Pain, Sad, Short story
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Darkness seeped over the mountains of Tennessee. The night was cold and silent. It gave no light to guide school teacher Tiffany Franks to her cabin. Tiffany had quite an imagination. One creepy sound in the dead of night wou
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I have been thinking about rewriting one of my very old poems...so, here's the rewritten result. It bears only a few lines of actual poem b
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I was laying on my bed eating Mr. Snuffy’s beef stick and wishing I had taken more donuts when I heard Nancy’s footsteps coming up the stai
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by JayfeatherFan123 500 words, 1 comment, 1 day ago. In Fanfic, Fantasy, Fiction, First person, Hmm, Wizard101, Wizardry
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