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The hours seemed to be getting shorter, and a soft golden blanket
has already settled over the sky. As the hours pass, the birds wake, and
the dew..
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![Dear Me,](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Written for a contest!
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![Simple Elizabeth](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/766b60e84a693c020d68a287ddf92268.jpg) |
Sunday,
December 2nd, 1956
I’m
a creator, not a destroyer. Except, right now, I’m destroying nothing but my
heart. I open the window..
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![Catching Emily](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/24a6d90cbab46bf674c021a7da50735e.jpg) |
There's a song at the end. Make sure to start playing it before you start reading. (It's the clean version of Perfect by Pink.)
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![Throwing Violet](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/735990290e2102f74c80de72f665ed54.jpg) |
VioletWednesday, June 6th, 2001Rats, holes in the carpets, unidentifiable stains on the walls (U.S.W's), popcorn so disgusting that you can only eat a..
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![Running For John](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/2c16f5c7204436e88b02ed893c2aba1c.jpg) |
JohnThursday, November 4th, 2010Time doesn't wait. Time doesn't slow down. Beg all you want, but time just keeps on going, acting like your nothing bu..
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![Silencing Arina](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/fbd588b47e50c999b9415edac5a5c4bf.jpg) |
Thursday, August, 28th, 3000The rain patters slightly on the window, decorating the glass with clear jewels. Slowly, I open the window, inhaling a bre..
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![Time Skipper](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/2a2f3c55847752865753046ccc673368.jpg) |
Set in 6 different times, 6 different people battle the troubles they face, only to find that there are other people, dead and alive, who face the sam..
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![Light](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/1f9ccff16290681139db36a55c3850bf.jpg) |
At daybreak, I travel through the oceans, lighting up the sea.
At night,
I tiptoe in the meadows, shedding light on
thee.
I am the one who..
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Prologue
The room is filled with chatter. One hundred different jams,
freshly baked bread, cheese, and milk are all scattered around the ta..
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