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The sunlight burnt our lips,As we held our tounges,We had to keep secret,What we had become.Years past as they must,Coming forth a new lust,For things..
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A series of short stories that are all linked together.
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"So what do I do?" His voice was nothing louder than a murmer over the roar of the vehicles from the highway. I didn't have an answer for him, hell I ..
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The moonlight lit up my shoes as I starred over the edge of the dock. I hadn't been swimming since I was six years old and lived in a cottage at the e..
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I knew what they were thinking: here she comes, hot off the press and ready to jump back on the wagon again. Coach Johnson ran up to me, soccer ball u..
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I kept my head down as the casket was lowered into the dark soil of the graveyard, too afraid to watch. I couldn't admit to myself that this was all h..
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might be a bit confusing
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I stood there, green grass beneath my feet, the sun setting warmly in the background, and the wind lightly blowing my long hair from my face. It neede..
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I ran after Jon once he was out of my sight; I couldn't live with the decision I had made, and I needed to make things right."Jon wait! Please!" He go..
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What does a killer do after taking a life? What does he feel? Does he feel at all? Why would he do it again?
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