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A Dangerous Night Chapter two Boston “There, you’re in Boston. Now get the hell out of my car!” Shang snarled at Zeke as he parked his teal Toyota Prius out ...

An annoying buzz penetrated the peaceful dream of Zima Yuzuki, but then he realized it was his cell phone. He opened his phone. “Hello,” he said tiredly. “Zima, you lazy ...

This is the new novel I'm writing. I already have three or four chapter written. It's really not that good, but whatever. One The first time I see her, she ...

This bed is soft I think As I wait for the last of the streetlights outside to switch on And the frame squeaks every time I roll over And the ...

[pre]When one is lost anothers heart is torn. Unable to take on normal everyday life, everyday problems and issues. Completely paralyzed and blocked out from the world. The way you ...

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Something is knocking the window - it's just a branch missing its tree. Somewhere a light flashes - it's just a car missing its map reader. Something lurks under the ...

Long time ago, somewhere 15-14 centure B.C. there was strong and famous country-Kolkha in the east of europe. The king of Kolkha was Aiethi. He had two daughters and one ...

I want to tell you The legend about Georgia - Sakartvelo: When Godfather allotted lands to a mankind, Georgians where not there. They had feast, standing toast for god. When ...

Review: Chris is the boys name. The cute one that's new at Draive's school. He has a little sister that's named Jamy. Draive has just agreed to go to Tea ...

Life and Death DC: I do not own Alvin and the chipmunks, I only own my OC, Matt. PS: this takes place in 2008. The ‘munks are 18. CHAPTER ONE: ...

I hear your voices through the wall at night Nothing is secret in this house anymore I hear the yelling and the sobbing Walls are paper thin and can't protect ...

(Author's Note: "Shadows On the Ceiling" is influenced by my childhood friends leaving me in third grade and this is basically my memories about them. The voice in my head ...

Her feet pound the pavement, slapping incessantly against hard concrete. Her limbs burn, sweat oozes from her pores. Her lungs blaze with every intake of air. She sputters, pleading, “water.” ...

I feel stretched, stretched across your field of view I feel bent, bent like the mighty yew I hear your calling, from across the distant shore You never speak, you ...