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A Dying Ember
The entangled mess of hatred and fate. It is a garden of lives. In this garden, flowers of dread grow, frail and fragile; they are lost in their hatred. They ...
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Silver Tears Chapter One
Chapter 1The memory of my parents’ death still haunted my memories. I was so shocked. My parents were good people, and they never tried to hurt anyone. My parents were ...
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The Whispers in my Wishes
The first time I met you, I was walking to school. I think I was a sophomore in high school, then. I was taking the short cut through the woods ...
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Maybe, I'm a Pencil
Alright, maybe I'm a sharpieI'm permanent and creativeAnd when I make a mistakeI turn it into something beautifulOr maybe I'm a ball point penI'm resourceful and I get things doneAnd ...
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My Journey to Confidence
In the beginning, I was a quiet shy girl. I was what some might call unsociable. Or stuck up. But, really, I was afraid to talk.I truly believed that people ...
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(Needs a Title, Ideas Welcome!) Prologue
Kiki sat down next to me and put a comforting hand on my bare knee. My bed creaked under the pressure of the extra weight. She turned toward my opened ...
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Entry for Story Title Contest
1. Book where D.C. is nuked, the military takes over the government, and a team of undercover black-ops seek and destroy the group that nuked D.C. Name: Seek ‘N Destroy? ...
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Biodiversity Vs. Progress
Biodiversity vs. Progress You can see the monkeys swinging from tree to tree. And the parrots flapping in tense canopy, challenging gravity, and winning. Anteaters rummage around the ground, examining
