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*Acrostic*
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One man's last request
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Please don't invite Mary to your story.
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Before I begin, I must
make one thing clear: I am not crazy. I am fully aware of what a cliché that
statement is, but it’s true. Sure, ..
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“God, I hate pigeons.”
I looked at her. She had her eyes on the streets,
watching those damn birds stalk closer and closer.
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A dark-haired man stood by the side of the road, holding up his thumb. He was about six feet tall, with thick black stubble coating his jawline and a ..
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Sitting on the roof, the jester watched the sun dip below the treeline. This sunset seemed metaphorical to him. As the day was ending, so was an era. ..
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Story of an abusive alcoholic, as seen from the perspective of his children.
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~Halloween-themed~ Based on a true story
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Bob was built like a truck and had a scowl that could curdle milk. When his sixteen-year-old daughter Jasmine told him she had a date tonight, he spe..
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