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- Dead or Alive: Makes No Difference-Epilogue at storywrite
Although the sun shone through the clouds it didn’t take away from the chill in the air. Milo ignored the chill though as his long black coat stayed open. His hands were stuffed into the pockets as he walked up the grassy kno - Life and It's Troubles at storywrite
Her hair was dark red, her eyes emerald. She grew up in one town, but spent half of her time in another. No one knew her in her hometown, except for a couple neighbors who had been there since before she was born. Music was w - World Name(contest entry) at storywrite
Name of Reality - Why at storywrite
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- Guardian Angel at storywrite
John insisted that they wait to give her time to mourn her parents. Mary said she wanted to get married now, that she needed to get married now. He didn’t understand, but he didn’t complain too much. From the moment they met - Michael's Dream at storywrite
I opened my eyes as the sun shone brightly, hitting my face. Standing up I wiped the dirt off my clothing. The house wasn’t far from where I’d taken my little nap, even though I’m sure that hadn’t been the original intention. - To Fight or Evade at storywrite
~*~ - Stand in the Rain at storywrite
When it rains, let it fall - Hold Your Hand at storywrite
I sat in my last class of the day, thank goodness. I was beat and it was almost seven thirty. It was Thursday, meaning I was done with classes for the week. Somehow I’d landed Fridays off this semester. How it happened, I don - 100 Questions for Michael Hampden at storywrite
Michael and the 100 questions - Helping Further your Education. :) at storywrite
hope these help - Love is..... at storywrite
What love is in one word - Joseph Michael Buchanna at storywrite
Name: Joseph Michael Buchannan1
- Beginning, Middle, and End--In the Night at storywrite
. - Viva La Vida at storywrite
I stepped out of the house where I was living with one other man. He and I hardly spoke. He was an artist, I a doctor. Today marked the third month of my employment with the Toledo branch of University Hospital. Six months ag - Last Words at storywrite
~ - Character Bio at storywrite
Killian Hatchet - I'm Sorry at storywrite
‘When you were five, I found you, or maybe you found me, I’m not entirely sure. But for the sake of keeping it short, we found each other. You got me in trouble a lot then, I never really did anything bad, but you still happe - The Betrayal at storywrite
I was doing it; I was actually doing it. There was a group of people with me, mostly guards others were priest officials, as I walked up the mount. I’d told the guards that the man I kissed was the man they were to arrest. De - Ramblings of a Sleep Deprived College Student at storywrite
Emotions playing around in my head, music flowing through my ears. Eyes are bloodshot, sore and wanting to close. Not yet, just a few more hours, I can do that, I can stay away just a little longer. Black squirrels come to mi - Ways to Die at storywrite
The creek is my quiet place, the place I go to think. I take my shoes off at one and and proceed down in, feeling the cool water rushing over my feet. There's a little ledge at one point, I climb it a lot. Sometimes I notice - In the Night at storywrite
Born in the slums of New York, a year after my family came over; I knew poverty for the first bit of my life. We’re Irish, both my parents born and raised in Ireland, and then in 1889, they took a ship over to American and la - A Day in the Life at storywrite
Be afraid, be very afraid - The Deep, Dark Secret at storywrite
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- Diary Entires(contest) at storywrite
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- The Unknown at storywrite
. - Goodbye at storywrite
. - Gold Fiddle or the Soul at storywrite
A young man walked into a bar, a dark, black case in his hand. He was just passing through small Georgia town on his way to a better life, it was hot out though and a cold drink would do him good. Finding an open table near t - Famous Last Words(Contest) at storywrite
. - Beginning at storywrite
A place I've always known,1
- Untitled-Prologue at storywrite
A warm summer breeze engulfed the nation's capital, while the night sky blanketed everything and everyone in it. Two young college students stepped out at the Federal Triangle metro station. They were there for a conference - Story Ouline at storywrite
For a contest - Hmmm, very interesting at storywrite
. - Dead or Alive: Makes No Difference-Ch. 9 at storywrite
“Who was that, Milo?” Caitlyn asked while Milo stitched up the small cut she’d received when she’d been pushed to the ground. She’d noticed that he was quieter than usual, lost in thought it seemed. He’d been that way since t - A Stranger at storywrite
Rain fell and thunder clapped as he made his way down the dark street. He was a nobody in the little town, a stranger just passing through. That’s what he made them all think at least. He laughed at what they’d think if they
