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The very marble archway Apollo and I stood under was the very place I had scurried away from on four legs for the first time. These memories flashed through my ...

“Arian,” he whispered, “I will find a way to free you from this.” He took my hand, and the warmth from his godly being eased whatever tension about thinking of ...

If heaven only knows, then what are we to do? When preying to a God, you can't speak to. As mentioned, this is the wrong kind of 'prey'. The one ...

When you smile, you remind me of a cliche of you and I of happier days. It doesn't fit together well, try to add some description of the cliche time ...

I have read it, awhile ago to be exact. The descriptions of the whispering rain have been over used, and it can get quote boring half way through. Don't get ...

No matter how hard I try I eventually slip up. This just doesn't match with what you're trying to say, maybe something with emotion and description should be placed here ...

I was awaken this morning, by the sound of blue jays chirping and squirrels dancing in the trees. This first paragraph sounds forced. The first section is the most crucial ...

I remember my 9th birthday party very well. I didn’t have tons of friends, Stop... I understand what you mean, but this doesn't flow together correctly. Tons? It just dosen't ...

We looked around. I felt sick at what I saw. Bodies covered the floor, blood spilling from everywhere. We were standing in the middle of it all, looking out at ...