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No Exit Discothèque Series The noise the sirens made bellowed off his ears, but Soren Plackerd remained calm as the proverbial cucumber in the sandwich he should at that moment ...

A few questions for you all to think over before reading this. This is only the first part I wanted to see if you guys liked it enough for me ...

Well, it's summer, which means I actually have time to curl up with a few good books. Usually, I take my summer to wipe out a series that looks really ...

I come from Minnesota, Cold and Icy snow. From Scorching summers, To yellow hummers. From bumping the volleyball, Along the wall, From two little brothers, So funny and small. I ...

plastic nostalgia, it's a world where it's only pink, blue or yellow - there's no black. glow-in-the-dark singlets and stripes on shoes. chunky clumps of happiness amidst every perfect colour ...

You were always there when I needed you, But never near when I needed you to hold me, You were there to teach me to be me, And I appreciate ...

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Untitled The love of my life left today, all because he was to tired to wait, I kept saying "No" I can't do it not yet, He said "Oh, Yeah" ...

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This was interesting. Very cool, thoough. My only suggestion is that you takke out the first word, "So." It sounds like something was supposed to come before it, and it ...

When you were fighting with the hair stylist, screaming for a refund, I was here in the army, shaving my head. When you were turning down the town's best chef, ...

(I was incredibly bored during Science and I was thinking of this girl I know...) Hello my friend I hope you are well. I have something I've been wanting to ...

This is kind of the first story I acctually prepared before I wrote it. Anything you think needs fixing, please post! Main Character: McKayla Wallis Plot: McKayla has been living ...

6-10-05 Flamethrower image, crumbleing norteamericanos pizza-pie connections ddarkness, darkness, dimness The family poem The family song y carol –The Family– Two seasons, in one sitting I’m a s

6-10-05 He bent his dance to a happy dream dance with stars o’rhead in a calm, autumn-cool crisp burning woodsmoke noise pollutioned way, with a thousand comrades singing singing singing ...