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In the morning I made my walk through the hospital, checking the conditions of the patients. I started from Steve. He had a broken leg and an infected arm. I looked at his arm, I took off his bandages and saw that the infecti
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Sam, a young adult, was captured and put in a cult, he doesn't remember how got there, or why, he just wants to know what is going on.
by Ben Mouncer
400 words,
on Nov 4 11:51 AM. In Adventure, Dark, Death, Drama, Horror, Life, Novel, Society, Starting idea, War
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This is was inspired by Pirates of the Carribean.
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So happy I got your attention, welcome to the collective subconscious of Hollywood, 'comedy and comedians', the First World and maybe whoever or whomever's reading this pile of horse manure/goat feces. Yes, you, you know who
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This isn't finished, it's just an idea
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Sing me allowed, the know I'll always remember to sigh-for; sing to me everything you've been without fear & hesitancy's friend-- I've no c
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Whenever should I make true the past?
Even if I should open fast the truth of the Ages;
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You've allowed me the windowpane I've sighed-of with lament,
repairing no incisions sliced from past histories swallowed
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The bell rang and it was time to go home, Dinei was more than happy because he detested the school he was lonely and bored, he went to look
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It was a dark and cold night when two shadows scurried through the halls of an old building long forgotten by humans.1
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Here's the whole story of Friday afternoon. I was leaving Bar Harbor and on my way by the College of Atlantic this Chinese guy in a blue su
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Though, like the night assured has itself to wink-- I know I'd heavyized the only thing worth thinking about, with no direction at once ste
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Now, I know I can’t grasp anything there is to guess about; or even what tomorrow’s gonna bring, all I’ve to offer to th
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If I should follow the silhouette acoustic cello's harmony;
dragging slow my fingertip's aeroplanes visible thru the rain clouds parting a
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I think I might add to this, and make it a chapter story. Hope you like it. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK!
by EdanaM
500 words, 6 comments,
on Oct 22 1:13 AM. In Angst, Depression, Drama, Fiction, First person, Love, Short story, Society, War
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Bordered to say, without restrictive bring they for upheaval swingalings dancing themselves the minute-high Hourly redemption crucified for simple appeasantry dishes-- for the floor is dirty & the mag-ropes are higher than th
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About to die: write more literature.
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W h e n s h e, t h y R a i n b o w L o v e, s m i l e d t o C h i l d r e n 's h a p p i n e s s s o r e l y g r o w i n g a l o n g -g o
by Anti Creative
400 words, 1 comment,
on Oct 21 9:19 PM. In Adventure, Hmm, Other, Poem, Poetry, Society, Spiritual, Unedited, War, Weird
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Short-story on one of the very many things that can happen during a regular night in Toronto.
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My home was away by a modest trot,
Lazy me...wanted to reach there by Public Transport.1
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Anybody could say anything there is about whatever they'd like, like Lenny Bruce said in the '60s; there's no right or wrong, as it's mostl
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My take on the meaning of life, in essay form.
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“So, this killer is female, she hates Mages, and loves darkness.” Dylan broke in. “Sounds like Shales.”
by The Insane Eraser
1700 words, 7 comments,
on Oct 17 1:10 AM. In Crime, Dark, Depression, Fantasy, First person, Humor, Mystery, Society, Unedited
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I recalled the memory of my haunted experience, when I was still of young age and innocent mind. It all happened when i was about eight. It was dark out and I stayed home on the safety of my family's living room, watching car
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The world is covered in sadness a heart is broken
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"You have a good day, ma'am," twenty five year old Krist Samson smiled and handed a receipt to a middle aged woman. It was just another day at the Tire and Lube, where he worked as a general manager. It was a simple job that
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This is about my view on smoking, please read if your interested 
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"My Mom must have been shocked. But, as I explain to my friends, my lesbianism is not caused by any failure on her part. In fact, she has taught me to appreciate woman all the more – for their patience, compassion, resilience
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Love does not seem to have to hurt but it often seems to. When you listen to the music of love you will hear it telling stories about the p
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by OlweizBoutMeeh
1200 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 7 7:34 AM. In Childrens, Drama, Family, Fiction, Life, Novel, Society, Teen, Unedit
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The girl was legend.1
by Andiness
400 words,
on Oct 6 10:29 AM. In Dark, Drama, Life, Love, Other, Poetry, Prose, Prose poem, Sad, Society, Third person
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