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Her name was Moon like the sun
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She crouched on the edge of the bed like a praying mantis,
the extra long ruler clasped firmly in one hand and the bug spray grasped
firmer in the o..
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It’s not often that I care about a charity group. In
reality I’m sure we all like to think that we’re good, kind, charitable people..
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I want to write a story as boring as pie and as supple as dentures. The problem with that is that pie isn’t particularly boring. You can get app..
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Writer's Block need not exist, all that is needed is a moon or even a carrot
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It was odd
that when the end of the world came everything was sunny. The day had begun
cloudless and as it developed the sun had only grown to the p..
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So to begin a story and already things have been broken.
A sentence, let alone a story should not begin with a so. But, oh there we go
again, no one..
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It’s 3am and a prince has slipped onto the mind. He’s
dashing and charming with golden hair that sways when the birds fly from the
princ..
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When the world fell down around her she was sleeping.
Unfortunately this did not mean she was a beauty, or that a man with hair
worthy of a shampoo ..
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There’s a man outside and he was there when you entered the cafe
two hours ago. He was in a different spot, on the edge of the road, sitting
w..
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