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another to the way of acid washed jeans... ( deleted due to horid-ness {not a word} ) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- note to all: i have decided

removed do to horid-ness ( yes i know that's not a word... but you get the point... ) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- note to all: i have decided

Authors Note and Warnings I don't really like to put these at the start of my stories but I thought I'd just give out some needed warnings. Firstly this story ...

Chad looked around nervously. Still groggy from the sedative, he blinked and looked around to get his bearings. He didn't recognize where he was, nothing looked familiar to him. There ...

It was good until the last two lines; okay, good until the last line, which is cheesy. A nice, short read.

Okay... so people kept asking me whether I read Kurt Vonnegut Jr. and I kept wondering who he was. Well, I finally decided to read him. So I went to ...

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I am frightened. Something is different, something is wrong. Where am I? I don’t remember this place. I can’t speak, I can’t move. Wait, someone is coming. I can hear ...

It’s been a couple of weeks now, I probably should, she thought, settling her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat, as they watched a film, intertwined. She ...

She believes in science. Science and logic-those are her two tools, her life’s rules, her words to live by. Without science, and without reasoning, you have nothing. In high school, ...

Here's a poem I wrote, it's about me and my boyfriend, he lives in England and I live in America. I hope you enjoy it. The snow is so pretty ...

--------------------- I've only got so far with this but I don't have a feel for where I should take it or end it. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated --------------------- ...

Ok, this is the first part of Derren's story. I am having different stories of the characters and tying them together at the end of the middle or at the ...

This is a poem that tells of a boy, Shy and retiring, naturally coy, Love he craved but from attention he shied, Gave out the opinion he had everything to ...

A storm is brewing, Far out in the waters. I feel the wind blowing hair From my face, numb with cold, And even the water, Swelling about my knees, seems ...