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Sara was a bubbly caring out going twenty nine year old young woman, always up for a laugh. She was a good friend to have around, always r
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a mix of poetry and prose...
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A song. Bows shifting up and down, scratching against the strings, emitting low notes and chords. What is this beautiful sound? Who's melody is this? Is it for me? For her? For him? This song of beauty, I want it now. My ears
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I've never had to dance alone before.
I've always been surrounded by friends, drinking up the neon lights and begging for more. The beat
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Need a break from poetry? Here's a little short story...
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It was evening as Dan lay in his bed feeling sick to his stomach.
He glanced around at the other inmates. They all seemed fine.
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The Flower Child by Abbey Horan
Kaitlynn Foster is a beautiful girl. She is also an amazing artist at such a young age of thirteen. Portraying awesome masterpieces is what her applicable life has compelled her to do.
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This girl is set to self-destruct.
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Vartiom is no angel
“It is funny how you Amerikans think everyone from further west of Berlin as Russian. I am not Russian,” said Vartiom(pronounced var-tOOM, emphasis on the OOM) to those around him in the art
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"What does a kiss smell like?" This takes him back a second.
"Excuse me?"
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The river flowed serenely, its crystal clear liquid lush drifting down past the carefully trimmed berry bushes.
Lance let his bare feet dangle lightly in the water.
by Fallen Archangel
57 lines,
on Feb 21 1:14 AM 2008. In fantasy, hope, love, life, other, personal, society, thoughts, me, short story
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"AAARRGG!!"
Taryn landed hard on the cold stone floor of the his dungeon cell.
by Fallen Archangel
110 lines,
on Feb 21 1:09 AM 2008. In fantasy, hope, love, life, other, pain, personal, sad, thoughts, me, short story
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The machine that monitored the womans frail heart bleeped rythmically, The sounds echoing and comforting the doctor. She reached up, behind her head and pulled on the ribbons that held her mask to her face. She looked up,
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I've never been a parent before but now that I have. I understand. You know how you always have those friends that seem to just love children? Well, they don't know until they have one of their own. Before Seth, my
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A short story kinda thing...
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Story of love between animals using emoticons with a bit of humor.
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My heart stopped.
It wasn't glorious;
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The room was beautiful, warm and inviting. Pretty pink floral paper adorned the walls. To the left was a purple basket jam packed full of
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I heard him ask me that question, and anytime he did it ended badly for me no matter what choice I made. On more than one chance it had gotten me thrown through a few windows, down a couple flights of stairs, and put me in at
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I was laying in his bed, curled up and crying. Almost six months after I had gotten out of the hospital I knew I would never have a chance. I hadn't seen or heard from anyone since then, and I knew my family probably wouldn't
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"Are you sure she didn't just knock herself stupid?" I barely heard someone say above me, or at least it sounded above me.
I didn't know where I was. I didn't know what was going on. I didn't even know what my l
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Joseph now was a regular at dinner, whether I be at his house with his parents, with his friends, or where ever. I had actually moved out a long time ago from the two people that my Father had trusted me with. It just wasn't
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It had been almost a month, Or at least I feel like it had only been a month. The newspaper contiuned to grow and I was actually going to be graduating here soon and move onto the city paper. I changed my last name, quickly,
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" I want you all to write down one thing you know you could debate till the end of time and still hold your stance on it, and put it in this hat..." Mrs. J was saying to us all.
It was monday, and Joseph was acting l
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So, I was suppose to have told Joseph a long time ago about why his parents couldn't come along this time, but I couldn't find the nerve to. Not that I was afraid of him, because I've been around worse people, but because I c
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I woke up the next morning, not sure what was really going on. I didn't remember alot last night, since right after crying I had passed out. I woke up to the smell of french toast and eggs and juice on my bed as I opened an e
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"Well it is wonderful that Joe finaly does have a little.... friend...." Joseph mother replied to me trying to at least act kind.
"Yes well he and I did have a wonderful conversation during our debate clas. You k
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I never knew really how it felt to actually look forward to being around someone, but now that I'm trying to get myself dressed properly, I see how much it does really mean to me to be around someone.
The walk h
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So, Journalism went fine, I had all of the stories that not only did I write for my parents, but I had some I wrote for myself, and some I wrote just to write. The teacher, Mrs. J, loved them. She accepted how I dressed fairl
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As I walked through the school in a silent dazed I realize how stupid this was. I knew nothing about my peers here, and they seemed to think the same of me. They were freaks, they were outcasts. They looked like one another,
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It all started out as just another day. I woke up early, like my Mom and Dad had taught me, and I begun my day. I styled my clothing to my hair. My outfit this sunday was much like all my sunday clothes: a short ice blue skir
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I waited in the airport with my mom
My brownish hair pulled back in a ponytail
by Beverlynohime
42 lines, 5 comments,
on Dec 4 10:51 PM 2007. In vacation, air port, plane, creepy, Humor, Thoughts, Life, short story, story
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She slipped through the shadows
softly, silently
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First the glass-like moon, and now the stars were gone. Not a good sign.
The fellow looked up at the sky with a slight twist to his mouth. He was in full view of the main part of Hollow, but he didn’t see
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I would like to consider this more of a poetic short story.
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“Why don’t you just try some? You might like it.”
“I don’t want to like it. I don’t like what it does to you.”
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