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by Tragic Harmony
700 words,
39 minutes ago. In Adult, Dark, Depression, Fiction, Life, Love, Miscarriage, Pregnancy, Romance, Sad
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The night sky was darker than usual, except for the tiny stars, so far away in the distance, probably already dead now. The full moon too, of course, shone brightly, it’s glow filling a small part of the darkness. The trees w
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"OH MY GOD!" I almost screamed as Taylor and I jumped back.1
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This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. We were supposed to be ready for a baby. This was all wrong. Not the way I dreamed at all.
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I’m lucky to be alive at all, and yet I’m still unhappy. What’s wrong with me?
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Mikka hauled herself to her feet then turned. The mountain wasn't trembling, there were no lawines rumbling to claim yet more victims. In
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Isabelle was the sky on a summer’s day. She was the deep frost that hung from the clothes line like diamonds in winter. She was the beginning of my life and also the end. Whenever I went to see her she would just talk to me;
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Once Lilith got to the docks, she impatiently waited for the man with her payment to arrive. Lilith was very upset when he finally showed up, half an hour later. 1
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Lilith Timbers looked around the diner that she worked at. It was called the Seven Heavens Diner and it was the worst one in town. How ironic of a name. The place was run down and shabby looking. The paint was peeling off the
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Five young people pick an other girl as a project in Human Development, not thinking what might be the out come for them
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The little girl moved the frisbee a little bit closer as if trying to keep it forever.
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A story about zombies 
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The Diminutive Bereavement1
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"You don't understand, sir," the young healer was saying, as she scurried along in Shando's wake. "I cannot allow you to disturb the patients! They are badly wounded!"1
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I stared up at the ceiling of the cave, watching the 'sun' rise.
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The sky was black with the stars twinkling bright, fading as they get closer to the moon. A full moon, rising to its peak of glory bringin
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For far too long now the oppressive heat has beat me into retreat in this cramped wooden shack of a shelter that I presently call home.1
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by xxMidnightDawnxx
400 words,
2 days ago. In Dark, Death, Drama, Fiction, Love, Mystery, Pain, Romance, Vampire, Vampires
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The entire city lies in Bhairav's hands. He must diffuse the bomb and save the city. Seriously...he must.
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