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Two friends meet on a voyage while at sea, this covers that period
up untill they go their seperate ways. A few years later they would ren
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Just a neat little story of mine...though I wish more people would read it.
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One day I was at school, it started pouring down raining. By the time I got home it had stopped. There was a little bit of water in the basement. That night it poured again, which added to the water. The next day I went to sc
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Lifes good being one of the undead, lets see how much so.
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My story starts a long time ago, a very long time ago. Back then, I was just a man, a mere mortal. I was weak in both my physical strength and my will, my mind was dull, my eyes blind. And then on one dark summer night everyt
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The next day we headed over to the nearest town, traveling on foot was beginning to get annoying.1
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The world was in chaos after World War III. People were killing each other and there are bounties on many peoples heads. I am a Bounty Hunt
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It was raining so heavily now that my vision was obscured, but made sure kept the small, pretty, blond girl within my sight. She was so lit
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A recurring vision I had that changed in imagery and in meaning as time passed.
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Here tonight--
I see the stars glowing--
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The hostess was beaming--she had never done this before, and was gratified at the substantial turnout.
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by Kevan
200 words, 6 comments,
on Nov 25 11:36 AM. In , Dark, First person, Inspirational, Personal, Sad, Society, Strange, Weird
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It all started when I twas given one of those spiral notebooks for schoolwork at a child. I must have been 8 or 9 years old or so. That notebook twas meant for schoolwork...math, science, geography and the like. I never reall
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SPRING HEELED JACK WAS THE TERROR OF LONDON TOWN DURING THE ERA OF JACK THE RIPPER. AFTER OVER ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF MYSTER HE IS BACK. READ
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After every day-after-Thanksgiving sale the malls just ain't complete
Without a bunch of decorations and a paper angel tree
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"We're coming with you this time." Brianna stated, she would brook no argument.1
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YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK: 2 MONTHS LATER...1
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A song or a poem. I can't tell which it should be. You decide.
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They were already there. I pulled into the parking lot of the old park, and saw all three of them waiting for me.1
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