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Take the ChanceA Story by Omegax45He loved her from afar, but she was in an abusive relationship. Can he find the chance to save her? |
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ARIADNE WATCHES.A Poem by Terry CollettLESBIAN LOVERS. |
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When She Looks Into Your EyesA Poem by Alice Crypt; BrittanyInspired by the abuse men can do in relationships. I've never personally been in this situation but I've seen it and this is all I can say. |
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KarmaA Story by Omegax45They say Karma can be kind or cruel. Victor learns this the hard way when his decisions led him to this moment. |
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My LullabyA Poem by ~ Czarina Iris ~A shrill scream A terrified yell A symphony of barks A cry in defense A shriek, a threat Jingling keys, the door slams shut A car drives off A .. |
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SHE NEVER TOLD.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN REMEMBERS THE UNCLE WHO ABUSED HER. |
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Text This!A Story by spicedropDocumenting the Present. |
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Little Flies & Narcoleptic FlowersA Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganBased upon my little fly like life and inspired by the saint of little flies Mouchette (which in english means little fly) the main charachter of R.. |
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REZ DOGS PART IIA Story by ODMK {Oliver D.M King]This is a story about two twin brothers who grew up on a reservation in Northern Saskatchewan Canada. The story deals with love, hate, acceptance, tol.. |
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The Pink RoomA Story by BrokenLightSomething I've always seen in my dreams. (If you ask questions, I'd be glad to answer) |
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Dirty NeedlesA Story by MichaelI have changed the ending to this story, I felt it was necessary |
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Never Mind The NoisesA Poem by Morgan MastersA cycle of a boy who lives with his parents; two alcoholic parents that love him enough not to hit him like they do each other. |
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Bright Eyed BoyA Poem by Catonia06About a serial killer |
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How you loved me wellA Poem by SaraplentyWith the bruises fading,and muscles no longer aching,I recall…How you loved me well.Oh how my heart remembers,the many nights of reaching out,b.. |
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Chapter OneA Chapter by TheMizFitChapter I Freedom! No stepmother, no stepbrother, just me. Well, at least there are times of the day wherein I’m all alone in the house. I&.. |
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Poor GracieA Story by Daniel AtkinsonA look into little Gracie's future, and adult Gracie's past. |
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