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The hours seemed to be getting shorter, and a soft golden blanket
has already settled over the sky. As the hours pass, the birds wake, and
the dew..
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Written for a contest!
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Sunday,
December 2nd, 1956
I’m
a creator, not a destroyer. Except, right now, I’m destroying nothing but my
heart. I open the window..
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There's a song at the end. Make sure to start playing it before you start reading. (It's the clean version of Perfect by Pink.)
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VioletWednesday, June 6th, 2001Rats, holes in the carpets, unidentifiable stains on the walls (U.S.W's), popcorn so disgusting that you can only eat a..
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JohnThursday, November 4th, 2010Time doesn't wait. Time doesn't slow down. Beg all you want, but time just keeps on going, acting like your nothing bu..
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Thursday, August, 28th, 3000The rain patters slightly on the window, decorating the glass with clear jewels. Slowly, I open the window, inhaling a bre..
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Set in 6 different times, 6 different people battle the troubles they face, only to find that there are other people, dead and alive, who face the sam..
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At daybreak, I travel through the oceans, lighting up the sea.
At night,
I tiptoe in the meadows, shedding light on
thee.
I am the one who..
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Prologue
The room is filled with chatter. One hundred different jams,
freshly baked bread, cheese, and milk are all scattered around the ta..
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