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They always say writing is sitting down and opening a vein. Well, this is that.
Its also finished.
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She sat all alone in the corner of the café, her luscious lips stained red with the drink she slowly swirled with a stick of celery. Her gaze..
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Rae wandered the cold streets, her eyes slowly giving up their gold to fall into a cold blue. No one noticed her, no one cared when she shoved them ..
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Jocelyn closed her sketchbook. The walls of her room pressed in on her, slowly suffocating her. They were grey and blank. The fact that they were b..
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Rae ran. Her legs burned and her lungs screamed. Everything hurt. The worst part was that she didn’t understand one bit of it. She never unde..
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This is about a serial killer. Short chapters. The main character is not the killer, rather a former comatose young woman that has taken the name Jane..
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A shiver resounded down her body, tugging on the fringes of her consciousness.A shrill noise was in her ears, a grip so constricting she forgot to b..
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A memory rose out of the cloud of black but sank again before she could grasp it and pick it apart. Frustrated with her lack of knowledge, lack of t..
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The doctor with the sandpaper voice came in and flicked on the light above her bed. She flinched and blinked, but there was no pain this time. He st..
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The nurse wheeled her in from physical therapy and assisted her back into her bed. She could barely get around with crutches, her muscles had deteri..
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