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10.27pm or so…after these events at least. A couple hours later there was a knock on the door, they hadn’t returned from their hunt as yet so I was all ...

I carried a garter snake through the whitewashed town: it would hiss and flick its thin forked tongue through scaled lips to seduce me. “Don’t worry yourself; he cannot bite.” ...

My eyes filled with tears I cannot shed, my arms cry instead there crimson tears. Wanting to die with nowhere to hide, my only way out is to bleed. Why ...

The broken hearted and the setting sun, They all relate, and become as one. Life was perfect it was just for you and me. Waiting for nothing holding hands... easy. ...

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This one's a GREAT book by Tamora Pierce. It's about the daughter of a spymaster who gets captured as a slave. She makes a dubious friendship with a trickster god, ...

This was my research paper for senior high (I'm only in 11th, mind you all.) and I thought I'd put it up to share the knowledge! Seeing as I've already ...

[Somewhere in the English countryside - 1946] They’d be hitting Birmingham again, thought Alex, peering from his nest of corrugated iron and scorched brick. Once more fire lashed across the ...

She stares across the sea of endless desks. At him. Does he know her? Probably not. Does she know him? Of course. She folds a piece of paper into a ...

Jerry Tomlin came awake slowly. The sunlight sneaking in through the slats of his bedroom window's blinds made golden-white crosscuts vertically down his face, and two ultrabright beams fell right ...

i may not be totally over you but your not here anymore you left with yours and my heart too you left without another from you *CHORUS* you left without ...

get this out of my head get this out of my head you don't need sleep motherfucker i hope this means nothing to you this isn't for you 1 valerie ...

This poem is lovely and melancholy. I love the feel of it, the simple yet beautiful language. This is wonderful: In the shut dark of my eyes, I am the ...

Graham the Fucking Cracker It starts off like this: you’re eleven years old, you’re walking home from school, kind of sulking because you got detention ‘stead of recess. It’s a ...