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As I crested the hill, I was greeted by the sound of quick,
pounding footsteps. Looking down, I
could see the source. A girl, who didn’t
look..
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Twenty
minutes later, I heard the whistle, and headed to the front of the store to
meet Bruce. When I arrived, I saw we had two new members of our..
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“So, is he, like, the leader?” I
asked as we left the demo house.
“Who, Leo?”
“Yeah.”
“Not exactly..
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This is the true story of how I am the source of my dad's depression.
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When the Elemental Spirits first created the Earth, there was no sun; the Earth was dark and dismal, and lifeless. This bothered the spirits not at a..
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So this was a dream that I decided to transform into a short story. Honestly, I don't think it justice. It seemed so sad and profound at the time, and..
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I was writing, and then I saw a spider, and I did the whole catch-it-with-a-mason-jar-and-a-piece-of-paper, and I felt like a badass, and then I lost ..
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Planes descend to meet thier lands,
One big heart in two big hands.
Police are parked out on the street,
Guns ablaze and bullets meet
Flesh and mu..
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Inspired by Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless mind. If you've seen it, you'll get it.
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This was my english homework; a faerie tale poem. It's a /really/ crappy poem, but I kind of like the ending.
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