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I peddled my bike across the short grass of the playground. We were in Wales, at the caravan site by the sea where we went every year as a
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I peddle my bike over the short grass of the playground. My brother is peddling his bike beside me. My dad is waiting at the step-over-the-
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Knowing was her only battle. She sat there consumed in her own darkness brought back to the place of defeat. Here she lost control of her own thoughts. Here she could not excape. This room held something more powerful then shby Mynamegoeshere27 100 words, 3 comments, on Oct 19 12:35 PM. In Memory
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The fall leaves blew in circles across the gray sidewalk. The grass was littered with them, its pale green color obscured by their oranges
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It wasn’t too long ago; me and my friend, Taylor, were going to a festival. On the way back, her mom drove by their old house which had som
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1 / He opened his eyes to a big wide room.23 / A man stood over him-- old, overweight, but with keen and intelligent eyes. "Simon? Can you
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For Trevor Deck. A full explanation will be in the author's notes section.by NiennaCalmcacil 800 words, 20 comments, on Jul 2 10:05 AM. In A story in a poetic form., Love, Memory, Sadness
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Silken...they should be. Should be. What good is 'should'? 1 / So, I am thankful I still have ten fingers ...and for the pitted road ma
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1 / The Doctor ran into the TARDIS, his mind a jumble of thoughts. His ginger hair was wild and his eyes flashed. His heart'by Bella-Cacciatore 600 words, 4 comments, on Apr 7 6:16 AM. In Fanfiction, Love, Memory, Pain, Science fiction, Short story
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The memory of being loved is a teardrop in silence.
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The soft flick of a lighter awakens me from my zoned out gaze. I blink my eyes and scan the room, my focus only briefly lingering on the various drugs, pipes and needles that littered the floor. I hesitate for a moment, tryin
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They came faster, and faster, flooding my mind, turning pushing me off the cliff towards insanity. They wash over me like waves in the oceby miles of smiles 100 words, 8 comments, on Jul 26 12:03 PM 2007. In Contest, Haunting, Memory, Short, Very short, Very very short
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In a room in a suburban house, I moved towards her. The day was grim and fading, but I kept the lights off. The cold made us keep our sweaters on, though we looked at each otheby 400 words, 46 comments, on Mar 29 8:58 PM 2006. In <200 paragraphs, Despair, First person, Memory, Romance
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