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Everyone, every single human life, undoubtedly, lives a life on the verge of despair.
This is not a statement based in pessimism, and, unarguably tr..
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Footsteps knocked slowly along the sun swept street. The sun was not shining across the street, shining would entail constant work, the ball of ..
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Blair exited the gates of the high school, the light of the sun beating down on his blonde shoulder length hair. Leaving maths in the middle of ..
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III
Still sat, book closed on the table in front of her, drinking her third coffee of this sitting, the girl, or shall we say, for now Girl, stared..
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‘See you this afternoon,’ a girl told her mother cheerfully stepping out of the car.
The girl walked, carelessly smiling, down t..
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V
Sonia unhappily scuttled around the walls of the school courtyard, the horrible red brick not enough to cool down the November day that the muc..
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VI
The boy sitting at the back seat of the near empty bus smiled to himself. He was slightly worried; he been talking too much! She was able to k..
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VII
The Girl sat reading the line for the tenth time. Who was that infuriating idiot? Ruined my dress, he burnt my leg, and he wouldn’t just ..
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VIII
Blair lay back on the large cement pipeline. He received the letter this morning; he’s no longer a student at the Local Public High Scho..
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Everyone, every single human life, undoubtedly, lives a life on the verge of despair.
This is not a statement based in pessimism, and, unarguably tr..
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