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Halloween
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EdgarA Story by MirandaThis is an assignment I had at school for Halloween. I had three choices, and I chose to write from the perspective of a kidnapped victim. Tell me wha.. |
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the curse of the new moonA Poem by J Matthew Watersmorning light casts long shadowswhere trees amass and grow wildharboring mere mortalssavoring newfound secretsat work in the dimly lit nightwerewolves.. |
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An Innocent NeckA Chapter by TraceA spooky Halloween story about Love........ and Vampires |
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Fashion Flashback! Dress Up In ’80s and ’90s M..A Story by July JohnsonWe were hit with what seemed like a tidal wave of decades-old nostalgia this year, which included visits from our fave TV stars (ahem, Topanga), class.. |
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Involution : War's EndA Story by alan khani plan on sending this to a horror magazine soon. any comments would be greatly appreciated. if you like it, if you don't like it i'l return the favor.. |
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Autumn shadesA Poem by Skie blue.Autumn shades, not in color, but in memory. |
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Demon's LifeA Poem by KimSince its almost Halloween ;) |
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"..if only.."A Story by Skie blue.Of a childless father |
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The PatientA Story by TeamsassafrassA little thriller I made for Halloween. |
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Mystery of the seasonA Poem by SmittyJasBlack cats Witches and Warlocks |
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Incident Of The VampireA Story by Reina StoneA short story belonging to The Veil series. |
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Halloween KilleA Story by Emmy CannonCatching killers wasn't in the teen description. Everest Jones and her obsession with the Halloween Killer must help catch this horrifying killer. |
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I Sold My Soul To The DevilA Poem by Randy JohnsonThis is a fictional poem. |
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Butterfly ShardsA Book by JimmySIt is said that one of the great Gods once wished to hand over his legacy to his own young, but they were all unworthy and unripe. So, this God took i.. |
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PrologueA Chapter by JimmySIt is said that one of the great Gods once wished to hand over his legacy to his own young, but they were all unworthy and unripe. So, this God took.. |
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Sleep TightA Chapter by JimmySThe wind blew gently against the greasy-looking window, as though hundreds of tiny fingers wished deeply to make their presence known to whomever lu.. |
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