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  • Short Story » Literature, Health
    The Magic Mushroom - Keep My Casket Closed
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    It seemed as if the only thing that was meaningful in my life was the mushrooms. In four weeks, I had lost everything. I had failed every test. I was ...


    Ayanamaste - Sat Apr 07, 2012 7:37 pm

  • Short Story » Literature, Realistic
    Motion in a Minute
    3

    Emma was a particularly close friend of mine... actually, maybe that's incorrect. I didn't know her very well at all, but it seemed as if I would always seek out ...


    Threnody - Fri Apr 06, 2012 4:56 pm

  • Short Story » Literature, Narrative
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    Pom - Wed Apr 04, 2012 6:29 pm

  • Short Story » Literature, Health
    The Magic Mushroom - Seven Fingers
    2

    I felt like crap. Devon had given me a brown powdered material last night, telling me that it was the perfect getaway I was looking for. He had called it ...


    Ayanamaste - Sun Apr 01, 2012 6:18 pm

  • Short Story » Literature, Health
    The Magic Mushroom - Getaway
    2

    Tick. Tick. Tick. I watch the clock in agony as my history teacher, Mrs. Vanderhoop, droned on about World War 1. The clock seemed to have slowed down as it ...


    Ayanamaste - Sun Apr 01, 2012 5:20 pm

  • Short Story » Literature, Spiritual
    Rose out of the Wreckage
    2

    Their journey started with—of all things—a scream. It was not a scream of excitement. It was not a scream of joy. It was not a scream of glee. It was ...


    EmilyofREL - Fri Mar 30, 2012 10:26 pm

  • Short Story » Literature, Realistic
    Skin
    4

    A/N: So, I've come back to YWS in need of a critical fix. Please be honestbrutally honest Skin Felicia sat on the carpet before the full mirror with her cheek ...


    joshuapaul - Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:28 am

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction, Literature
    My Civil Thoughts
    4

    I remember the days of my youth. You see I am an old man now. I was foolish then, unwise. I was headstrong and thought I deserved to be King ...


    thebookworm - Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:41 pm

  • Short Story » Literature, Dramatic
    Mother
    1

    As I race down the avenue, my only thought is 'Where are you?' Thue burning tears streaming down my face, almost matching the buckets of rain ...

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    Markenna - Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:05 pm


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