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:D so, a sisters grimm fanfic. This is what book 9 would be. it's long, considering how I favor short chapters, almost 3k words. Enjoy, and please please review! Thanks ...
LadySpark - Mar 6, 2012 - 33 min read
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Chapter Two The next morning I sit in the driver’s seat of my car blasting some good old rockabilly music. It’s a mix of some more current stuff ...
ursulauri - Mar 4, 2012 - 32 min read
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Chapter One The dark of my living room is illuminated by my television playing an old black and white movie. Cigarette smoke wafts through the room, floating ...
ursulauri - Mar 3, 2012 - 13 min read
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Prologue Joey is ahead of me on the dirty roof. He reaches a window, possibly to a bedroom and tries to pry it open. It won’t budge though, and ...
SirTobes - Feb 27, 2012 - 6 min read
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I tried to post my work, but evey time I did, quotation and paragraphs had become question marks. I tried to edit it, but It just went ack to question ...
SirTobes - Feb 27, 2012 - 1 min read
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He woke up but his eyelids wouldn’t budge as if glued together. Once again a sense of confusion and terror fell upon him. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t say anything ...
Saga97 - Feb 22, 2012 - 5 min read
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There was a storm brewing just outside the barred window of my prison. It was always raining here. Here in my dark place where all my unwanted fears projected themselves ...
AngelMarie - Feb 21, 2012 - 3 min read
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“Odette!” Svenja screamed up the stairs, “for heaven’s sake you are going to be the joke of the day if you are late!” “I’m coming mother!” Odette replie
Laux42 - Feb 18, 2012 - 40 min read
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Uncovering the mysteries of one's own death
Natural Militia - Feb 17, 2012 - 4 min read
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Hi all! Chapter 7 is here. I don't really like this chapter, to be honest, and I would've rewritten it before posting, if I knew what was wrong with it. ...
Blues - Feb 16, 2012 - 15 min read
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I remember his voice.His tears,his smiles,his laughs. The way he would run,jump,play. I remember his face.His dimples,his freckles,his nose. I remember his mind.His poems,his stories,his love. I remem
Rocklobster - Feb 12, 2012 - 8 min read
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Introduction It’s the winter of 1893 and in Kensington, London; William Harvey Marsely is mourning the murder and death of his daughter Anne Marsely who was viciously decapitated ...
MrHQuinton - Feb 11, 2012 - 17 min read
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"I hate it when I get no ideas, it’s so frustrating. Maybe being a writer isn’t for me, and what if I did write a novel I would be to ...
Saga97 - Feb 7, 2012 - 5 min read
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The snow was toppling down outside the shop window. I was sure Meg would hate me for asking her to pick me up. I looked down at my feet; I ...
PotterGeek101 - Feb 5, 2012 - 8 min read
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THE SILENCE I know a lot of stories, some of them are things that have happened to my friends, some of them have happened to people on the other side ...
SirTobes - Feb 5, 2012 - 181 min read