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Fictional-Being

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  • I look into the eyes of a picture, it's alive, of a girl who has my hands, reaching for a red tricycle. I look into the eyes of a girl who returns my stare, Who Are You? Why, I
    206 lines, April 18, 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Fiction, Other
  • The juice sprang from his hands and spilled, drenching the precious carpet with orange.He didn't mean to! The mother was a traditional type, you do a bad thing, you have a bad
    503 lines, April 18, 2005. In <200 lines, Crime, Other
  • We smiled, as we jumped. Played, and forgot about everything, about nothing. I knew it was something. The beautiful grass never stopped growing down there in th
    269 lines, December 3, 2004. In <200 lines, Other

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