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Tubes & Wires
Tubes & Wires. A Short Story I sat in that crisp, immaculate, white room, watching machines breathe for my sister. She never wanted it to be like this, But I ...
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The Fall
This is part one of my story for Rosey's contest. Please tear it apart! Sandy! She watched as the little yellow mutt sat at the foot of her bed. He ...
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Then I jumped
This is a story for the How Far Can You Reach Contest. I used the sixth picture, I decided to scrap my old story and come up with a whole ...
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The Fall ~ part two
Mindy looked at him confused. “We will come to that later.” He said waving his hand to signify that it was not up for discussion. “First let me begin by ...
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(Title Pending)
This is something I started a while ago, I'm not sure if I should continue it... And I have no title, all suggestions are greatly appreciated! Now go! Rip it ...
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Writers block
A piece of paper, full of endless possibilities, and for her endless frustration.She glared down at its vast emptiness, as if it were the source of all her problems. It ...
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The Empty Lots
Our neighborhood was not what you would call a bad one; it simply wasn’t a good one. The houses were shabby, the people were poor, and broken beer bottles littered ...
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State of Affairs (AKA Hope trys poetry)
So yeah. Hope + too much punk music= punk song/poem thing. Have at it people! Tear it to shreds.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Millions are dead, their masks painted with lead.Poison in the water, death ...
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Ignorance is bliss
It’s late, but sleep refuses to come. I had a nightmare last night, about the world bombing itself until it was nothing but black. Walking alone, the city was reduced ...
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Oblivion
My dreams are haunted by nightmares. Images of terror and despair. I had one a few nights ago, about the world bombing itself, each country turning on the others, fighting ...
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All Hallows Eve
“Do I really have to do this?”“You do if you want to hang out with us.”A small group of teenagers stood at the edge of the woods, a cloud slowly ...
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On a clear winter night.
Cigarette smoke wafts through the air, mixing with the scent of woodstove and weed. It reminds me of when we first entered the small garage, our clouds of breath freezing ...
