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Janet walked across the parking lot to the library. She was pissed.
It was nothing new. "I fucking hate this shit", she breathed.
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I shone my flashlight around the beach, it was dark out there. Maybe I would find something. A two pence piece glittered up at me from the floor as I stared at it, changing it in my mind, mentally making it treasure; A keepsa
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This is it. The day I've been looking forward to , but also the day I've been dreading. I knew I wouldn't see any of them again. Only Ella and Candice , but for the rest of my gang , it truly was goodbye. 1
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My arm aches as I carry this burden at my right side. The furious rushing wind against my entire body is a nice contrast to the hot August
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It was a friday morning. Oh man, I LOVE fridays. Fridays are the days to do something stupid and just have fun. 1
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"I have something to tell you, I love-", those were the last words I heard as an annoying beeping rang in my ear and in my dream. 1
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It was dim in the offices as Steve Jobs worked late on his newest prototype. Lights in the hall began to turn off as the janitors finished their work and moved on to the next floor. Outside it was storming with an occasional
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here is a list of everything i am thankful for:1
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It is sometimes said that shyness is an essential ornament of women. So, many people consider that, for a girl, to have shyness as an inbor
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A desert island story! for a contest.
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It is very mysterious how people discover the difference between the contentment and the happiness in their lives.
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Cherry colored lips opened. They splayed across bleached skin and curled upward into impossible angles. As they pulled back crimson speck
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Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom, a little baby girl was born to the king and the queen of Asiff. It is a little known fact that in secret, the queen is actually a witch. Fearing that she would be cast out of the kingdom
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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a boy named Cinderfella; or, as of two weeks prior, a man. Cinderfella had just turned eighteen. He lived with his evil stepfather and two sinister stepbrothers. They forc
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The razor was cold and slick as I played around with it in my fingers
by imhurting
300 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 17 12:51 PM. In Dark, Death, Depression, First person, Hmm, Pain, Sad, Short story, Teen
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I ran, as fast as I could without tripping, out of sheer unreasonable fear. There was something odd about the woods tonight. Something I di
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'Secret Room' a simple story for completing my school task
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The cusion of the window seat is soft, but she does not notice that. The glass is cold, and her breath fogs it over when she breaths, this
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"I just with he had chosen me instead of, Lori." I say to my younger sister, of my older sister. "I guess I wasn't the damsel in destress h
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My eyes scanned the seemingly endless pile of paper work I had to do near the end of the day. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I scanned the
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To be woken up at two in the morning is a crappy experience no matter what. Add a hangover and it worsens tenfold. Plus being woken up by a guy with bad breath and a knife he is pressing to your throat, well that is just not
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by Duality.
400 words, 3 comments,
on Nov 15 6:13 AM. In Cancer, Death, First person, Life, Love, Other, Romance, Short story, Young adult
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The house was a disaster. Books and papers littered the floor, covering almost every surface in every room. Laundry rose in a mountain up t
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It's a like a dark, stormy rain cloud that hovers above you, a shadow of darkness perpetually raining down. It's like a breeze that never stops, covering you with goosebumps and shivers, as though someone is telling you a hor
by Peace Kitty
400 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 14 4:22 PM. In Dark, Depression, Emo, Life, Opinion, Pain, Personal, Sad, Short story
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This is supposed to be set in the early 20th century, which is why the language is a little old fashioned.
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The mysterious woman holds your intrigue. She remains fresh in your mind, cycling, unending. She consumes your thoughts, because there's so
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Through eyes of one up themselves, beauty is something on the outside. It is of the colour of their hair, their eyes, their skin. It is how their face is shaped, their hair is styled, the way their nose tilts up or down.1
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I've grown to fall in love with these flowers. I'm in the garden of my parents' house. They aren't exactly flower people so I end up taking care of the flowers. Well, at least, I try. I run to this garden when I'm happy, sad,
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I'm twenty one and David is twenty three. I've been with him for three years and about four months. I was the only one that told him, “I lo
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I sit here by myself, with only my carer next to me. My cheese and ham sits unappetizingly in my lap.1
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Shiara woke up. It was morning. She jumped up and looked around. Llayla was the only other person awake. It was her crying that had woken Shiara up. Shiara walked over to her and picked her up, trying to calm her before she w
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It all happened so fast, one minute I was crossing the street in the light of the August sun and the next moment, all was dark.1
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