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My life is meaningless. My life has no hope.
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The story of a girl's last moments and her thoughts. Happy Graduation?
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Everyone knew my group back then- The Hellions- that's what we called ourselves. We were about a dozen or so kids: high on life, weed and everything else. We did whatever we wanted, and believe me, we did some stupid stuff.1
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If you like thriller and mystery books then read Death is Only the Beginning. This is the adventure of two young girls that go on a journey
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If you like thriller and mystery books then read Death is Only the Beginning. This is the adventure of two young girls that go on a journey
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by mistymorning119
100 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 4 3:03 PM. In , Adult, Heartbreak, Love, Poem, Poetry, Romance, Sadness, Tragedy, Young adult
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by Thorn-on-the-Rose
3900 words, 1 comment,
on Oct 4 1:53 PM. In Action, Dark, Death, Fantasy, Fiction, Love, Novel, Pain, Tragedy, Vampires
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I shut my eyes trying to ignore the pain in my head. That blow had knocked me out of my senses.
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Marluxia sighed softly, looking at the calendar before he stood up from the bed. He knew Vexen was in the lab, so for now he'd be alone. He knew the date had a special significance to him though, or so he hoped. It just hurt
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by Adelaide Blood
1300 words, 4 comments,
on Sep 30 11:33 PM. In Contest, Crime, Drama, Fiction, First person, Life, Sad, Tragedy, Young adult
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It is always cruel to be trapped in an earthquake debris, and it definitely doesn't help if you are a deaf-mute...
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One line from a fiction story about a character who was in the WTC and in Europe at the same time on 9/11.
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Starting out on the new day of my life where the wether was nice and the air was as cool as the ice that seats on the top of the mountain top looking over the ocean side. I move across the plain in the same year as the storm
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Selene giggled loudly when Luke sat her down on the kitchen counter. The coolness of the material made her bare butt feel like she was sitt
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I couldn't lie to her, for what I had been doing was something very similar to stalking. I wouldn't use such a harsh term though.
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A short story - showing how it really feels to lose a loved one.
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"Sara..." He takes my hand into his. "Sara. Oh, Sara. I'm going to miss you so much."1
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I sat in the waiting room of the musty-smelling hospital. The clock ticked on the wall slowly and quietly, but loud enough to be noticed. I hated hospitals, I always had. How the nurses with those thick latex gloves looked at
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Go to my profile for the full version of the story.1
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Hell was willed into existence, too.1
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