Fiction
3 works
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The End
The streets are blazing, People are dying, The old are sick, Babies are crying. Devastation strikes this earth, Like a workers sledgehammer. This is the, end. No place to hide, ...
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Criss Cross
We crissed, Then we crossed, Standing on the wet, cold grass, Where we met. Watching the world passerby On this dark night. Seeing by the light of quick fireflies. You ...
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Pretzel
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love. Jane Austen Margo started laughing during lunch break when I told her about my blind date with the ...
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The Mixtape Diaries: Do it Like You Do it To Me
It took up all my guts I had to do it. My friend, Carter, tried to talk me out of it when I gave it to him, saying that guys ...