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He was the type of kid who stood on the prettiest flowers, crushing the pollen into the crevasses of his feet, just so the bees would make contact with him; he would smite the workers with a stamp after he tired of the feelin
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Part 3 More information in Author Notes.
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Don’t bother listening, for you cannot hear. Even though the sound of the fairies is near, you still cannot hear.
by irisiiris4evr
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 31 3:21 PM. In fantasy, fiction, love, self awareness, personal, thoughts, life, nature, child
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How delicate, its petals dancing in the wind
Below her shoulder, this flower is pinned
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Fiercely controlling
the compulsion to let
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by Fritz O skennick
49 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 17 2:09 PM. In Contest, Dark, Angst, Fiction, Weird, Murder, Horror, Adult, Disturbing
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This is a work of fiction and is in no way meant to accurately portray any person or persons living or dead.
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Every year when the fingers of chill freeze the air into mist And even brathe is seen as silver on glass
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The opening Prophecy for my novel, The Hourglass
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Life is not the same
but who is to blame?
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A Shocking Tale Of Horror!
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Oh great Oracle, tell me what you bring.
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Fiction about some creature. Info in AN.
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The end is near shed one last tear
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Dr Nicole Montergeist - Head Scientist
Miss Tabatha Andrews - English Teacher
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Life is a silent world in my eyes, I tend to not care
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Hello. My name is Curtis Cartwell and I am 16 years old and I love reading any types of books. I have short dark brown hair, light blue eyes and am 170 cm tall. I live with my mum, dad and two sisters, Caroline (19) and Pamel
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When i was a kid back in my old town
The coolest teacher made the class smoke the grass
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The beloved song Brain Damage by Pink Floyd is the inpiration for this contest entry, it fits along with the actual prompt.
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Once upon a time, in a time long ago,
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I don't believe in Paper Towns.
John Green does not define me.
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She was rushed into the delivery room after her water broke.
The doctors told her to push as hard as she could.
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You were supposed to make me want to live. Now you make me want to die.
by Tqop
6 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 24 8:42 PM. In Fiction
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descending
into summertime blues
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Is anybody there," the child cried from the top of the stairs, "hello? Anybody?!?"
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An addiction to fiction and it's rhyme
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I love writing oceanic stories since I go to the beach often, wading in the calm, serene waters.
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for a contest, based on a few songs.
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red zeppelin cornered
in a panic room with a glass water floor
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