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Prelude: SexA Story by JKHughesThis is the prelude to the short about sex. The language is really conversational, I'm essentially talking directly to the reader The narrative is ver.. |
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FamilyA Poem by Jeremy V ChiewA narrative by a grandson retelling his grand dad's tale. Inspired by Colin Raye's Love me. |
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BluishA Story by Amayrani Franco... on living with BPD |
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Poodle-do-itA Poem by UC PoikaA narrative sonnet about dogs and their sniffers. |
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The Dead ManA Book by Aaron T LequeUnsuccessful crime and investigation novelist John Allen King is thrown into peril with the mysterious Janga sisters, and a secret organization from t.. |
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Dreaming wide AwakeA Poem by LamiaCorDive into my dreams |
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THE WANDERER 2A Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)hopes... |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by Peter OsnesThe first chapter. Please comment! |
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New Year's Eve.A Story by Asma AbdelQadirNarrative Essay. |
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Nightingale's songA Poem by SolynaraMy first poem i ever wrote. I wrote when i was 12 or something. Enjoy ;) |
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Chapter 1: The EndA Chapter by Sukrit SrisakulchawlaI guess I can't really start here now can I? It would be absurd to do so. Why? Well… I technically could start at the e.. |
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Chapter 2: Somewhere in the MiddleA Chapter by Sukrit SrisakulchawlaPeople say that good things come to those who wait. I say they’re wrong. The opportunity, the chance, the big lottery only comes.. |
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Chapter 3: PointlessnessA Chapter by Sukrit SrisakulchawlaThe sky was blue and the birds were chirping, and all that crap could be inserted here. I apologise for the language but if I just wro.. |
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Tribal ChantA Poem by Gina AnsaThe forerunners ran so that we could walk boldly. Oral and on point the tradition was metaphysical and ad hoc clearly! Teachings from the ancients tha.. |
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Forbidden CaneA Story by HaydezA young man is rekindled with the demon that possessed him as a child... [Short Story - 1,774 words] |
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hauntingly broken , she plays music.A Story by SnehaThe cold air greets me like an old friend, chilling me to my very core. My skin prickles as the foreign gusts settle deep into it. I put on your swe.. |
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Boys, Booze and BongsA Story by Jensen O'DellNarrative Essay |
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