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It was the day before Christmas. I stared out the window, admiring how the sun reflect off the bright land. My mom shook her head, "Don't you have friends to play with?" 1
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One man must prove to the people how Awesome he is.
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I can't take this anymore1
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The floor is soft, that is white, but there is a barely noticeable blood stain in the corner by the door.
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Before the tramp fell into a coma, he mentioned one word - Clayton.
The local villain was soon on the run.
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by georgiaz
500 words, 2 comments,
on Dec 1 12:02 PM. In , Death, Inspirational, Life, Pain, Romance, Short story, Third person, Young adult
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This story is true. The names, nationalities and races have been changed to protect me.1
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One adventure in the 1st Rancel War. My first story.
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A story of friendship, deceit, and the power of true love overcoming all obstacles
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The c.c.m. punches in 10 minutes earlier. He is devoted to the Company. He dresses expensive-casual. He has a girlfriend who swears a lot.
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As I stepped out into the snow, a cold wind viciously attacked my face. I quickly pulled up my scarf, hiding my nose from the fierce gust.
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Just a very, very, very, very short story.
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Of course I understood, The tears fell, I put my head down on my arm and cried myself to sleep.
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Tomorrow I was going to get on a plane, I would get on the damn plane and fly home where I would never have to see his face again, where he
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Hi! My name is Joe Dingleberry and this young lady is my lovin' sweetheart Nancy Googlehammer. We're plannin' to get hitched as soon as this spot of bother dies down. We're gonna combine our family names. I guess we'll be
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The man behind her mumbled in his sleep. Something about pulling out daisies - they only grow stronger.
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A simple walk through the forest down a long winding trail can reveal many surprises, especially to those who know how to look and hear. Right now, some of you might be asking yourselves, “Know how to see or hear? Everyone kn
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Jimmy looked out at the dirty streets absently, kicking a stray pebble into an old sewerage hole.1
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It must be depressing being the last piece of bread in a sliced loaf. I imagine it’s almost as bad as being the first tiny slice . . .
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Author's Note: The single quotation mark is meant to show you a flashback. Since I'm not a gold member, I can't italicize, and I'm sorry for that. This was a one shot I wrote for a friend inspired from a dream I had that very
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