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Matthew By Chip McEnroe Part One – Alyssa's Christmas – "Christmas Baby" It's Christmas Eve in Cala Bay, the happiest time of the year. The downtown square is strung up ...

Ticket to RideBy Chip McEnroe"She said that living with meWas bringing her down yeah.That she would never be freeWhen I was around."- The Beatles1Martin Peppers had a very troubled childhood. ...

Jamie stood there, bat in hand. Her father lay dead at her feet. She dropped the bat, and knelt down next to him, weeping over his bloodstained body. She sat ...

I wobbled forwards over the pebbled turf of the riverbed. Fear clutched my heart as the red fur flashed before me. In an instant I withdrew into my carapace, in ...

This is the first thing I have posted in a long, long time ~ Gabrion Skies Diluted ink in the form of black rain bled across the canvas of night ...

Sitting on my bed the thoughts of what had happened earlier that week, were still fresh in my mind. Screams of hysteric children after hearing the gunshots still rang in ...

This is barely the beginning of this story, but I need to make sure it's a good idea for a story before i continue. Aslo does this make sense? Thoughts ...

The gentle breeze whispered through the trees and over the pale sand. The sun’s extreme heat could be felt as it reflected off the sand and the ocean water. The ...

No one had caught him. That was all. He had successfully eluded all dangers of life on the run. Nothing else mattered. James Phillips ran across an endless field of ...

I opened the shutters of my thirty year old beach house soaking up the smells and the scenery and the memories the good and the bad. I hadn’t been there ...

(this is just a first draft so plz be nice when you reveiw it. enjoy!) plz write a comment! The last few people were walking off the beach. It was ...

Medea stood staring fixedly ahead, the deed was underway, finally. Now as the sun was setting she stood down a back alley in Naginni waiting patiently. Shivering, she felt a ...

Star stretched out a hand for the wolf as Andras shifted nervously behind her. She glanced back at him and then at the wolf, “Why is this wolf here? How ...

I am frightened. Something is different, something is wrong. Where am I? I don’t remember this place. I can’t speak, I can’t move. Wait, someone is coming. I can hear ...

TheCaveWritten by irish_lad2011Based on a true storyHello, my name is Bret and Im 13 7/9 years old, but whos counting? Its August 9, 2003, the school year starts soon, but ...