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"There were ten thousand of us against four thousand of them. They came to us we did not come to them. It was the dead of winter. Icelandics know how to handle our winters. A time where there are winds so sharp and so co
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Hey, you remember, right?by Siibillam 500 words, 5 comments, on Nov 30 4:51 PM 2008. In First person, Monologue, Romance, Yann tiersen
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Billy Mays: "Billy Mays here to show you in the next sixty seconds how I'm going to fill up my car and go about my errands this evening!"
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by literaryromantic 1000 words, 1 comment, on Mar 11 1:56 PM 2007. In Adult, First person, Metal health, Monologue
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“My garden,” said Georgette, “my secret garden. Surrounded by a high brick wall covered in ivy and moss. There is only one wooden gate, that I keep locked and keep the old key in a secret place. It used to be a kitchen garden
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So now you travel the sea of shame alongside me...
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listen:
the higher you fly, the harder it is to breathe. the harder it is to see all that's below you; to see the ones that helped get your glorious kite off the ground in the first place. you owe them just that much, d -
“My art is my god,” said George. “My easel is my altar, my brushes and oils the body and blood of my soul. Turpentine is in my skin and clo
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(I don't have a split personality, but I talk to myself as if I were different characters. These are real discussions >_> Don't judge me.)1by CelesteSanford 700 words, 1 comment, on Jan 1 6:02 PM. In Crazy, Monologue, No sense, Split personality, Weird
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I've missed the last three days of school due to illness. Splatters of blood on my paper white skin, paint a picture on an overly dry canvas. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. It hurts to swallow. And half the time it h
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