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He isn't scary. Even while his unsolid dripping hands rake through my hair. His cold breath touches my skin, making it moist and fragile. I'm slowly passing out because I've been holding my breath for almost two minutes. If I
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An unfinished and unedited movie plotline from start to almost finish.
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A preview of a new story i'm writing.
WARNING: Beware of corny-ness...
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The Winchester boys must race aganist time to stop whatever is taking girls from a small town in Ohio called Defiance.
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'Skye. We have more than one. I’ll meet you back at the library later’ On the windows was a thousand bloody handprints overlapping each oth
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This is part 1 of a Ghost Story.1
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When a girl encounters a graveyard ghost and betrayed a dearest secret what will happen...
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Amelia and Eric are supposed to be together. But how did the locket know they were meant to be?
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They day started out ok, but then slowly progressed into a miserable day. The kind of day that makes one just lay back and watch the rain p
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The First Chapter Of The Book And Of The Vampire Series.
Vampires, Ghosts and Werewolves is my first reall book and it hope it goes far =D
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On a cold day in January when snow gently hit the Earth and encompassed it in a cold blanket of white, a young man, no older than thirty ye
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There’s no such thing as ghosts but yesterday I saw my dead neighbor. She was walking down the main street of the small town that I live in, approaching a store for a pack of smokes. At first I wasn’t sure it was her, then I
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My name is James and I'm a ghost hunter.
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And Lenore, her sister, was free, again, and forevermore.
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In 1990 a young women called Azure Tyler, a camera assistant hired from an agency in Bristol to work with a television company in South Wales, mysteriously vanished late one evening after returning to the set to fetch a forgo
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The nights grow colder, and the sky goes blacker, but the moon always stays the same. Until tonight. It was a cold, dark, stormy night, and the moon had a strange glow to it. An eerie, fiery, red glow. The sun had completely
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I hated him. When I was alive I’d thought I’d loved him, but it was just a stupid teenage crush. I didn’t really know him then.1 / I stared at him. He was perfect of course. He had all the entici
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Emma sat up, sharply. It was happening again. The noises.1 / It was a babble of discordant voices, some shouting, some pleading, some crying.2 / All of them by Emma's
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The receiving room was white, the chairs were white and even the reception desk was white. It was a chilly, sterile, pallid colour that see
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THE WELL1 / 2 / “Thank you, Gary. As you can see I am standing in front of the Connelly farm where hundreds of volunteers are gathered for
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"Meo meove miu mioo", was a sound, and Rose translated it quickly, "I love you too". And with
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1st of all this poem thingy was not created by me. / But i thought it was interesting so i'm posting it here. / I don't know if anyone posted this before though >
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Suddenly, the bottom of my dress flutters in a nonexistent wind, and a searing ice cold plunges through my veins. She’s back, my mind screa
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I’ve loved Max ever since the first year I was at University, I guess. / He sat in front of me in English Literature class on my first day, asked if I could lend him my notes. / He had grey eyes, grey eyes that
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Read it it's not long i swear!!!
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I could see them... plain as day. And it was still daylight.
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