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Sweat glistened on his forehead. His legs were one block short of giving out. His arms pumped with the same intensity as his heart. His hands seemed t..
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"Lincoln!"
An explosion jolts the boy away from his nightmares. A cloud of gray smoke billows into the air smothering the blue sky. He stood and walk..
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Lincoln was on the move with the baby. He'd managed to make a sufficient swaddle for the child, which had left him shirtless, and now had Marshall clu..
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Lillian, called by her middle name, Lux, does everything with her Uncle Jessie. The summer before senior year, they head off to climb Mount Everest bu..
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Short story about child abuse
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"Azaria! You're late...again!"I roll my eyes beneath my covers and the warmth of my bed.
Who cares how late I am? School is superfluous. And she care..
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I've been told by countless adults, mostly in their twenties,
that I have an old soul. It's mostly because I wear my pants a bit sagged and
you can ..
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Superior, Arizona isn't the smallest town. There are roughly
3500 of us. But then again, it isn't so big that people don't recognize me when
they se..
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In the
morning, I roll over and Terry's at his dresser pulling on a t-shirt. He sees
that I'm awake through his mirror."Just
like old times, huh?""..
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