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A Story by becca
This is not really a story, it's just how I see things.
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Just a poem about love. It doesn't rhyme. Deal with it.
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A Chapter by becca
My day begins in the middle of the night. I watch the streets closely and feel the dry air hit my face as it spills over the walls and into our city. ..
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A Chapter by becca
I can tell you the facts, and I can tell them just as they are. No one will tell the truth any better than me. I can tell you the facts, and I can tel..
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A Chapter by becca
New Berlin is not, and will never be, a safe place. Sometimes it’s hard for me to understand why women still raise children in a place like this..
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A Chapter by becca
‘F**k this b***h,” I think to myself, even though I grab her and push her aside so I can aim my shot gun to the place where I expect our l..
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A Chapter by becca
Knox pulls me through this crowd of people, all of which I want to stab as I pass them. It would be easy to get away with here, with so many people ar..
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A Chapter by becca
I am throughly used to Rancid’s temper tantrums; he throws them very frequently when I won’t do what he says, or go where he wants me to g..
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A Chapter by becca
After listening to the sob story about the abandoned people in the abandoned building in the other city, I am livid. First of all, since when is there..
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A disgruntled group of strange individuals must rescue the remainder of man kind from the fallen world outside the safety of the last remaining city o..
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