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It was a quiet day. Not silent, just quiet. The quiet where the trees rustle lightly to the soft breeze and the soft movements of his lover could be ..
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He stands in the band room with a bored look. The teacher was talking to the Trombones again and he was left to do nothing. The drumsticks that sat i..
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It was just another summer day, my
sister and I were lazily mulling about the house wondering what we should do,
when my sister spotted brown t..
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Happy again, so I wrote this. Hope you all like it!
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A boy sits in front of the black grand piano. He looks no older than seventeen, with sheets of empty music paper strewn about. As he plays, he jots d..
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I apologize if you do not understand what I am talking about and you do not have to read this.
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To the few who know me,Not as the quiet girl in the corner,Not as the smart girl in class,Not as the sister who makes every imaginary game a thousand ..
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The smell of fresh-cut pine trees assaulted my nose. It was musty though, as if the air had not been cleaned in weeks. My eyes felt like lead and it ..
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I don't care who reads this...Just starting to write again.
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Just about a break up that this girl experienced.
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