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[Verse] So you’ve got yourself a gun. Got yourself a reason to adjust. I admit that I wasn’t perfect. Apparently you didn’t get the memo. Can you carry on. When ...

*I know the plot is weak, any tips would be greatly appreciated. For the sake of three weeks, the island served as a haven, though I knew that I would ...

I've just started to read this, and although the structure isn't that of a book which i would normally read, I'm hooked. It's a real page turner. Anyone else read ...

After the manager stopped smiling he began to talk. “Well, since you are going to be here awhile I guess I should introduce you to the town folk. By the ...

Sometimes I come dangerously close to understanding myself. When I think about things, or when I press my face against the cold glass of the bus window, the more I ...

As she realized that it was the exact room she had slept in the night before she let out a sigh of discontentment. After the third time Katharine once again ...

Of course I wasn’t sure what the word weapon meant at first. It would take months of hardship before that word would appear in my vocabulary. Even though I couldn’t ...

Wild and free, like a bird of the tree. Like a wild young horse, dancing ‘cross the fields. Like a breath of wind, dancing ‘cross the sky. Like a bright ...

I wrote this about a year ago and still don't know how i came up with it. Hope you like it. ^-^ ________________________________________________________________________ The whistle of the wind The son

Chapter 11: “Well, I guess I should thank you two idiots for getting me out of there. Tell you what, as a reward I’m not going to kill either of ...

Evelyn’s mother fussed over her obsessively, trying every avenue to weasel a confession out of her melancholic daughter. But talking was the last thing that Evelyn wanted to do. ‘Please ...

I could here the wind. A defining sound that shook me to my deepest core. I lay in my home, or what was left of my home, and waited. I ...

Chapter 2 – Reaping Job “"I hate this”," I said while jumping to building to building. It’s been ten years since I joined the Soul Society. I don’t remember anything ...

October 15th, 2010 Dear Dairy, My life is like a black abyss. It is so lonely and forbidding inside it. Okay so I am sure you hear about all of ...