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The desert surrounds me, Stretching to every horizon, Cracked and dry with age, Flat and featureless But for scattered, fibrous plants Which with rare tenacity Cling to the rugged earth. ...

Oracle Trouble I jumped the bushes to the mansion's front lawn, the ninjas still on my tail. With my pen and paper in hand, I scribbled furiously as I hid ...

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It was an experiment. Somewhere. I was running. It wasn’t fast. Snow was on the ground and in my hair and eyes. But I was running, somewhere, and that’s all ...

prose poem for a night out on the town People pretend and tell how they cry to the moon then merely stand amazed at her curves for a moment, at ...

M.B Author, theronguard, and DarkBeast, Please read this. ********************************************** Her favorite color was pink, she loved flowers and smiles, and cute little winks. She loved and

Ella sat alone in her empty bedroom staring out the wall length window. She was crying hysterically as she watched the snowflakes fall before her. 'I miss him so much' ...

Sorry this one took so long! Enjoy! Philosophy of the DarkChapter 32-Promise Tammy picked her up at seven, leaving plenty of time before the actual hearing. Two hours of time.Jamie ...

I died on Salem Bridge above the Salem River where my father takes his boats out in the middle of the night. where he sips his loyal moonshine and doesn't ...

This is all of a short story in need of critique. If this is too long for one post -- I'm not sure how it's supposed to go with finished ...

Late February, and the ground was still frozen. A few warm days flickered by, days we thought we could keep by breathing deeply outside. No effort could have stopped the ...

Black box, jack box, lend me your ear; and I'll keep twirlin' despite my fear. Dark box, stark box, loan me your nose; 'round and 'round the shiny crank goes. ...

CHAPTER 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Where is he? Nasser let out an exasperated sigh and shut his eyes, passing a hand over his bronzed face. ...

Harry pressed his nose against the misted window of the Hogwarts Express, scowling. How had he ever landed in this predicament? Mrs. Weasley had forced him to go back to ...

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