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Words...words. Who has the time for
them? I love them. I can talk for hours.
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Guns. Guns. You were the violent of the
two, bu..
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A Story by alice
A boy is found lost and abandoned on a highway in America. He is mute and cannot speak, he has a case of amnesia and the only thing he can remember is..
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Atop the hill among grass and thorns of autumn night...
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Inspired by my mom, written for her and her struggles. For mothers, daughters and the struggle to survive.
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A Story by alice
Perhaps it was how romanticism was falsely connected with war or how he instantly knew that his heroes would do no wrong, commit no crime...
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A Story by alice
"Shouldn't have touched her Donny, looking at her was your first mistake. "
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A Story by alice
Short-story of one girl's acceptance of the end of the world.
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A Story by alice
I was still on the floor, dazed, when the door slams open again a few minutes after the men left; those minutes felt like hours.
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On a shore so foreign, a land so strange and a language unknown, you gave me your hand.
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I imagine you happy, I imagine you in eternity, I'm ever
regretful, ever shameful of the mirage before me.
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