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A Story by Moper
I hear it all.The cheers.The applause.The woos.As I finish a spectacular performance, worthy of a million audience, I feel the world become a little b..
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A Story by Moper
Dearest,“Love transcends all”Do you remember this? Do you remember the first time you have uttered these words? If memory serves me right,..
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A Story by Moper
The weather was cold as I walk through the snow-covered pavement, carefully looking at where I am going as I don’t want to trip on the edge of i..
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A Story by Moper
Was it our fault you got to that state?
Was it our fault you didn't ask for help?
Was it our fault we failed to notice the subtle messages?No.You ch..
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A Story by Moper
White.
Pure, clean white.
There’s no horizon. There’s no anything. Just a flat surface
of white.
Quiet. Stale. Dead. This place ..
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A Story by Moper
As soon as the bell rang to signal the start of lunch break,
some my classmates start stretching out of their sits and going through the
usual routi..
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A Story by Moper
“’till death do us part’, huh…” I whisper as I kneel down in front of a gravestone.I put my hands over it and read the ..
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A Story by Moper
‘This wouldn’t work out.’'What am I even doing?’'Why did I do this?’’…….’Looking down, these t..
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A Story by Moper
A short monologue of a girl afraid to go outside.
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A Story by Moper
The morning air feels stale as I walk through the rushing crowd on the way to school. Not only is it the air, but there are also less people in this c..
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