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my favorate scent in the world is the smell of sun. A one of a kind scent that brings memories of dandelions and spraying water on kids fr
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"Chrno..you don't have to come"1
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Hate is.......passionate, for better or worse.
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The mountain Man Song to the tune of Spider Pig!
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I sat on the bench with the other children listing to the music that came from the window two floors up. It was beautiful and nothing we had heard. There were so many notes! By the time the man ended playing everybody but me
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I guess losing you made me want to save my own life. I should have given up, gone home.
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Names I thought of in less then five miutes.
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Song of the Meadow sighed, sloshing her bare feet through the cool, icy water. The autumn breeze rolled golden leaves around playfully, whi
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My friend, let me tell you a secret. Its nothing terrible, though you might think me so when you hear it. It won’t kill anybody, that I can assure you. No, this is the type of secret that is only kept for the sheer joy of kee
by pettirosso
600 words,
on Sep 26 11:55 AM. In Dark, Demons, Fiction, First person, Fragment, Love, Murder, Other, Romance, Strange
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by StarryDecemberDream
500 words, 20 comments,
on Sep 24 7:55 PM. In Fragment, Friendship, Life, Love, Personal, Short, Spiritual, Unedited, Young adult. Reward
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A Short Story Based Around my Roleplay Character's Tour Of Duty In Afghanistan, On A Lone Morning Patrol, looking For A Kick.
by Cewa-Medumee
1000 words, 4 comments,
on Sep 24 8:59 AM. In Action, Dark, Death, Fiction, Fragment, Murder, Short story, Third person, War
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A word that describes me. ^^
by StarryDecemberDream
200 words, 6 comments,
on Sep 22 7:48 PM. In Contest, Entry, Fragment, Inspirational, Life, Non-fiction, Person, Princess, Word
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"So I think I just won my case for getting Unlimited Texting..."
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If you don't get up after you've been kicked down, you're not really trying.
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Miro is a vampire or was, apon meeting Raiku and Talin he swore never to take another life... can his heart remain true to his promise?
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I held my breath and grasped tightly onto the doorpost of that foreign, incidental hallway, like Samson holding onto the pillars of the Philistines. I shut my eyes and pressed as hard as I could, until the filthy, thick, desp
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Ryoma put his shoes down on the side of the track and moved to the starting line ignoring Marons' jeers
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On a cool, cloudy October day, an 18 year old woman was walking slowly towards her house on Crocker St. Her frigid blue eyes were glued to
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There was one imperfection. A huge flaw splayed right across his chest like a banner.
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