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I have dealt with this sort of plot before, but it turned out coming out horribly. Hopefully, this will be much better. Read and critique, pretty please. A Girl Just ...

They say that the past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now. My saying is backwards. The past is all I ever have, ...

A/N: Alright, if you don't like this perticular pairing, then don't read, unless you feel you can appreciate a story despite your beliefs, and if so, I admire you. I ...

Chapter 2 “Shelly! Here girl!” I had cried out in fear. Horrible thoughts drifted into my mind. What if she was killed? What if I never found her? Then I ...

This is a poem I wrote a few months back, its about falling in love and realising that all the times you thought you were in love before was no ...

Pain Some may think it’s a game

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CHAPTER ONE It was a cold, lonely, dark night, rain was hitting the surfaces of the surrounding houses hard, like hail, it could be heard everywhere in the large, nearly ...

Song: This One's for the Girls--Martina MicBride Word: Agora ... Thirty He’d been a man, a young but mature man. The dazzle of Septa paled into actuality and a routine ...

Teen Team 1 Sam gazed up the long hill on Main Street, and cocked her head to one side. She was straining to identify a troubling noise. The fourteen-year-old ghost ...

a writer’s statement. rectangular rhythms fill these pages underlining a deep cause, drenched in blood, sweat or just spilled ink. ripped corners wear at my heart torn feelings of lust ...

The Butterfly Effect flashing across solar system’s planes we venture to the end of expansion bones bending atoms shifting from the molecular norm two bodies stretch to a state of ...

Hello! It has been a while since I last posted anything. I had been toying with this story idea for a while, and finally sat down to write it. I'm ...

They reached the forest just in time to see te sky turn crimson behind the elm trees. The loose pebbles covering the dirt road bounced up against the car, scratching ...

Him I wonder if he's ever told a lie or stretched the truth? If he has, I wonder if that means he's hypocritical. Does he like the elderly or does ...