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An assignment to imitate the poem the famous poem "Howl". I didn't think I was that angry about my generation.
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The sweet, melancholy notes of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" drifted to my ears as I stepped onto the rickety wooden porch. The front door ..
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A vampire short story that I wrote 5 years ago that evolved into something much longer. Rewritten over and over again, so the entire story has evolved..
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I sat in the corner of the bathroom, knee pulled to my chest and my body shaking with silent tears. Shock and grief filled me, all I could comprehend..
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The door rattled loudly as I slammed it shut, locking it then throwing my keys onto the kitchen table. I flick the light switch and the fan light spu..
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I was cold. Filled with an icy touch that penetrates every inch, when one can feel their very insides sliding against each other. In contrast, the wa..
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The almost-autumn chill in the air made me shiver slightly in my black, sleeveless top, despite the people on the sidewalk who jostled and bumped int..
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Her long, thin fingers were white as the bones inside them. Her neck curved gracefully, almost too exagg..
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The bus rattled loudly and bumped along the spottily paved road. Nondescript suburban scenery flew by in pastel colored blurs. Inside the metal death..
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