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Note I arose to the sun shining in through my window. I rubbed my eyes so the blur in them can go away. I lifted my heavy tired head to ...

I picked up the stone lying near my feet, flicked my wrist and skimmed it across the water. I was sitting on the beach, watching the sun come up. That ...

*I haven't written for a long time, and i know this is bad, but i just needed to spill out onto the paper. any criticism is welcome* I'm trying to ...

A solitary, dowdy beggar sat alone on the door step of number 26 Elmwood Street, London; a cigarette in hand and a small cup in front of him would be ...

Have you ever heard of the phrase don’t judge a book by its cover or sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me? Did you ...

EDIT Chapter Six I started noticing a pattern. Every time some one said my name, there would be a random breeze. My father started to notice the draft too, but ...

There is a park in the heart of Paris where people go to practice dying. It is an open glade in the woods, so most people don't even know it ...

She stared down at the dotted line. She glanced to the left to the small, dark door she had come in by. As she looked to her right she could ...

Ask why So sick of burnt fingers and knots in the string The one time it made sense it was only a dream Rock can’t bleed but it can break ...

CHAPTER I Serge woke to a persistent nudging and a low nasal voice calling his name. He rolled over and moaned an incoherent protest. It wasn’t early for already the ...

(okay readers... now I know description could be alot better and it will be in my next chapter i swear, because also in the next chapter i'm going to have ...

The waves are crashing on the beach. It's a bright day, but all i see is darkness. It washes over me, takes hold, and won't let go. I see all ...

Because of all of the persistent bugging in writing this, I finally decided to do it, and here it is! Thanks for everyone who has critiqued the last three parts. ...

~I'm having a hard time writing the length of the sentences. So if you could help me, that would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!~~Edited~~ Morning The sun is bright as it ...

Prologue 15 Years Ago This story starts after midnight in the thick woods on the outskirts of Raykville. It is new moon and there aren’t any stars in the muggy ...