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This is my outline for my story An Angel's Vandetta. 1
Possible Collaboration with Andy Stephenson2
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Some crimes are best left untold.
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I wake up to the sound of pounding footsteps. There is someone standing over me but I can't look up to see who it is; my face hurts too mu
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Detective Jeff Tunnels is summomed to Niagara Falls to solve a murder case.
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Rae looked through the small window admiring the small glistening jewels slowly making their way down the glass. The house shook with the intensity of the roars from the sky and the flashes of radiant light made the need for
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With a speed that could only have come from years of practise John Nhoj clattered his fingers across the the number board of the bomb, sett
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by HallowsDeathDragon
1100 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 29 5:51 PM. In Dark, Death, Depression, Family, Fantasy, Horror, Love, Murder, Other, Pain, Teen
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Okay this was an request by friends..i dont know how good this will be but comment on my attempt...and its a riddle, well kinda. Pay attention to the story to find the hidden clue..if you do i would make on on how you survive
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It's late, she's hungry, and not human. By Pepsi.Cola
by Pepsi.Cola
700 words, 4 comments,
on Oct 28 9:56 PM. In Crime, Dark, Death, Fantasy, Fiction, First person, Murder, Short story, Vampires
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by ScenexXxLove
300 words, 6 comments,
on Oct 26 11:33 PM. In , Death, Depression, Gay, Life, Love, Murder, Pain, Sad, Short story, Teen
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There is a whole new world out there!
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by donuts-and-music
300 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 25 8:25 PM. In , Death, Fiction, First person, Love, Murder, Pain, Sad, Young adult
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Chop Suey - System of a Down
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This story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
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by Blackeye3825
500 words,
on Oct 24 5:50 AM. In , Adult, Dark, Erotica, Family, Fantasy, Horror, Murder, Mystery, Romance, Tragedy
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A long poem/short rhyming story.
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"Hey, could you go a little faster? We're never going to make it to the party if you're driving like an old woman!" The girl whined, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting at the boy driving the porche. He rolled his ey
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by Without List
700 words, 5 comments,
on Oct 20 9:07 PM. In Dark, Father, Friendship, Hospital, Language, Murder, Son, Trauma, Young adult
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"Creepstone Manor you say? Never heard of it." I could tell by the man's tone he was lying. Everyone in this small town had heard of Creepstone Manor. Not ten years ago, Lord Creepstone had died mysteriously. The police could
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We got to lyles mansion, it was large grey and depressing. This home felt like a prison to me. And I am not one of its convicts. I stand looking out the window. When I feel a pair of cold hands grab my waist, and dry semi-cra
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