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Once upon a time, Cat and Dog were Wild. They were bitter enemies, natural enemies, and always enemies, but they had to tolerate each other’s existence. Now, Dog wasn’t too ...

Chapter 1 The night was cold, but beautiful. The dark night sky filled to capacity with stars, and the moon was shinning brighter than I can ever remember. My seven-teen ...

The President of Iran Is Sick And Deranged. By Jorge Ossio. [A touch, or press with the lips against someone's mouth or other body part as an expression of love.] ...

Her lips parted and in Menelaus' ear she whispered: "We'll always have Paris." She was promptly shot at dawn.

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This is just the basic beginnings of an action story i am working on. I hope you enjoy and all critiques are welcome! Prologue The alarm began its screeching and ...

(This is a re-write I did of the end of the play. Even though it's not my best piece, I think you'll all enjoy it. It's a tad long, but ...

comment away, let yourself loose red nights are the nights where i feel dead/ all the troubles in my head/ drowned out by the things he said/ amplified by everything ...

Walking home from school, My friends surrounding me. They're so loyal, They make me feel so good. I'm so excited... Got my first `A.` Can't wait to tell you. Sprinting ...

(Sorry about the long wait for this chapter. My sister tripped over the cords for my laptop and knocked it on the floor. Even though it was her fault I ...

After the battle, Peter and the army rested before the trip to Cair Paravel. Susan tended to the people’s wounds. Aslan talked to both Peter and Edmund. “I’m proud of ...

Chapter 1- Terror Stadium Great gasps of thick black smoke hissed out of the stadium as a huge torrent of flames soared across the field. Seven thousand spectators screamed in ...

Chapter 1 Christian raised his eyebrows at me and studied his watch. “You’re late.” “Oh, shut up.” I brushed my hair back and looked over at him. He was leaning ...

Casting sideways glances, longing for the electric chemistry when at last eyes touch. Skin brushes against skin, rising hairs so fine, and longings so pure. Soul brushes soul, arising emotions ...