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"I know it hurts.." she whispers, carving off another slice of skin, "I'm sorry, I truly am." Blood drips from my arm onto the concrete floor. A shudd..
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50 years ago...1964...'He's dead''Did you hear about the kid?..''Hung himself..''Basketball ring net..''Peter found him..''Poor guy..'The whispers hus..
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Once Upon A TimeThere Was A GirlShe Wasn't The PrettiestOr The SmartestOr The SkinniestShe Was TeasedFor Having Bad AcneFor Getting A 'C' AverageFor B..
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I wrote this on my iPod, there is bound to be plenty of spelling and grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading.
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The continuation of number ONE
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Chap 5 The first zombie squeezes through the passage. I shove a knife through it's brain. I can't risk drawing the zombies in, so I'm saving my gun. T..
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Argh, I sigh and drag my heeled feet down the hall. 'Lara, get it together! Please, do this for me?' My mum says, exasperated. I roll my eyes and groa..
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Ah the years of the teen.Moody, grumbling, years of the teen.Disobeying, going out, years of the teen.Wanting, wanting, years of the teen.Heartbroken,..
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If anyone has read the 'Warriopr Cats' series by Erin Hunter then they will have heard of this type of story.
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Their scent flows with the breeze, faint but there. I shiver
and look at my feet and see the red drag marks along the road. I bite my
tongue, st..
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