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Today is the day I tie the knot and as I do, I remember what my life was like, what was my lot before the day I tied the knot. ...

010. Dirty, Sloppy Hearts That afternoon, we walked together to Nina’s house. As I walked up the stairs, the wood creaked, whispering to me about how long it had been ...

All my pain is self choosen. My life is just a game. Take a good look at my wrists, at all of my veins. All the scars they spell out ...

Chapter One “You’re insane.” “Dude, you’ve been telling me that since we were five. It’s never stopped me before, do you think it’s going to now?” I said with a ...

This is one of my first pieces, so rate away, and correct my errors. The story was going to be called Ice Tear, no idea why though. I only had ...

"Lily! Lily!" Severus screamed, pushing through the fir trees toward the sound of her voice. "I'm here, Sev! Oh, Sevy, please hurry!" "I'm coming, Lily! I'm coming!" he yelled back, ...

Finale: The Coda Alfred Tishman as he was then was not seen alive by anyone ever again. The “Right Here,” was discovered after the storm, tossed onto a rock outcropping, ...

Part 3: The Crescendo Alfred’s phone suddenly began to ring. He picked it up swiftly, answering with a joyful, “Hello?” “Mr. Tishman, you seem to be in a particularly fine ...

Part 2: The Percussion Alfred woke up to the wonderful golden light of a new morning streaming through the window into his bedroom. He had a smile on his face ...

Where’s My Heart? Part 1: The Strings Alfred Tishman sat at his piano. He sat at his piano and stared at it, just like he did every day at this ...

What is life, A last regret, An open book, A friend recently met. A rising sun, A darkened moon, A battle won, A singing loon. Memories stuck in the mind, ...

thinking about the memory thats left of you, thinking about the happy things we used to do, before you and your friends got bored, and you decided to start drinking. ...

It's been a while since I've been on, but I've been reviewing again now, and decided to post this. It is a continuation of Seal's story. I realize that it ...

4/27/07 Suffocation. The throng surrounds me; Pushing, prodding, pressing for their benefit. Regret. I’m wedged between strangers and an equally indifferent bar; Moving, seeing, breathing are each i

Sierra ran aimlessly, just wanting never to see and hear Alexzander. When she finally stopped running blind, she saw she had run to the bathhouse; a room about the ten ...