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    A Ghost Story

    When I was a child,I loved to spend time with my grand parents in the country,on the outskirts of a small village. Staying there,I was taken back in time,no mod cons,just a radio for entertainment or we played board games in the evenings,the radio was so ancient that when I...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 1 Response Apr 19, 2013

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    Our New Neighbours.

    When the old man next door passed away in a nursing home,his son who had inherited his house soon renovated it and then sold it. The old man had been living in near squalor for quite a while,lots of items needed replacing in the house,but the son told his father he could not...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 11 Responses Jun 2, 2013

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    I write many things, love,

    war, life it doesn't really matter. As long as my reader is happy so am I. I will write u a story if u want, but please message me for one. I like to write more s e x u al stories but I'm still learning
    christophzzzs christophzzzs 13-15, M Jul 9

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    Into The Clay Caverns We Go Having lived

    with Jessica Buffington for now about a year,Eldric was getting used to the fact that his newest female friend was into getting herself heavily dirty. She loved getting her clothes caked in mud, clay, and sludge. Moreover, Jessica was a female mud wrestler by trade who loved...
    BlueJeanedPrincess BlueJeanedPrincess 56-60, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    In a cold winter night

    where all was joy and fed, Mara sat on the bench by the frozen park and sighed. She pondered and wondered, "Where, oh where could my family be?" She cupped her hands in front of her lips and blew snow white air to warm her hands. "Father told me to wait, this I did. Mother...
    YouDontNeedaKnow YouDontNeedaKnow 18-21 1 Response 2 days ago

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    Part 1 For once the city was dark,

    and I could see the stars above our heads. We were walking, or trying to, all struggling to stay on the sidewalk. I had my friend on my arm, fighting to keep both him and me upright, and in somewhat pace going forward. He had his arm around my waist, which I noticed but hardly...
    Bikiexd Bikiexd 16-17, F Aug 22

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    i write many things but i haven't completed

    them yet. Haha. I write for fun. But i really like it a lot. My let my imagination gets free.
    pamelaLez pamelaLez 18-21, F 1 Response Jul 9

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    You never know In another 15 minutes it would

    be pitch dark, and the birds will get all jittery, fear makes one extra alert, and it would be difficult to make a kill. Hunger pangs were already setting in and he could feel the froth building in his mouth. At 45 he no longer possessed the strength to hunt, he had to bait them...
    lovelifedestiny lovelifedestiny 41-45, M 2 Responses Sep 14, 2014

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    I wrote one last fall called Reverberations of

    a gunshot and I just finished tweaking it.
    Emmy182 Emmy182 13-15, F 1 Response Jul 9

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    The Unseen War-by: Rob PaquinShe crawled across

    the shattered landscapes of her soul; searching ...Arriving at the nethermost reaches of her brokenly, ragged heart; she climbed unto the zenith of it's fractured pile of fragmented remnants.It was there..., The stark and garish light of Epiphany revealed that the darkest of the...
    TheHiker TheHiker 41-45, M 1 Response Oct 23, 2014

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    How I Love Thee

    It's not the way your hair cascades down over your bare shoulders.It's not the sparkle in your eyes,or your lips,soft and velvety,like the petals from a rose.It's not your sensuous curves,or the way you shiver each time my fingertips brush up against your skin.It's not your...
    diggler diggler 41-45, M 6 Responses May 17, 2013

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    I'm Writing a Murder Mystery

    I'm writing a murder mystery populated with characters rather obviously based on my co-workers. There are some of them I just kind of want to kill off, fictionally of course. It makes my workday a lot more interesting if I fabricate all sorts of sex scandals and imagine that the...
    scandinaviana scandinaviana 18-21, F 4 Responses Oct 6, 2006

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    The summer was nearly gone,

    the day had been humid, but now that evening was settling in, the calm breeze felt welcoming. Beth fidgeted with the lace of her shawl as she waited for Jonas. They hadn't had a chance to talk to each other for a few weeks and their relationship now seemed more questionable...
    diamondgirl07 diamondgirl07 31-35, F 1 Response Aug 23

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    Part 2 Knock, knock,

    knock, I said who could that be we just got here and someone already knocking on the door, my mother answer the door and its this old women and she say welcome to town with a big *** creepy smile on her face, then she left. In hour later my mom is cleaning up the house and I...
    chrislane166 chrislane166 16-17, M Aug 22

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    Currently working on a steampunk kinda thing :D

    if anyone would like a peek, just say the word!
    Songsinshadow Songsinshadow 18-21, M Jul 9

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    TSBD (The Soul By Detroit) This will be the

    final installment, told ya'll I'd finally finish it...So months passed since the night I walked away from the scrapyard. Got me a job at a used auto lot. Selling, not smashing. I look at it like this: I don't know WHAT that Impala was, I don't know HOW it was what it was, and I...
    MadGeniusGentleman MadGeniusGentleman 22-25, M Jul 8

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    Eddie Verses The Blue Angels "So,

    Eddie do you think you got most of the answers to old man Skorry's science exam or what today?"asked Steve Darkmore as soon as the exam had ended and both of them had exited their science professor's rather hot and stuffy classroom. Uh,Steve, I am not sure if I got all of them...
    RedEyesBlackDragon RedEyesBlackDragon 51-55, M 1 Response Aug 10

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    I love writing and reading short stories.

    They are fun and it's interesting to see what people come up with. I even try to write some but I'm way too embarrassed to show anyone because I think they're really bad. Anyone else like this?
    Canis3 Canis3 22-25, F 1 Response Jul 9

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    Mind Beyond A Shattered Reality Part 2

    The Light Had Faded Into His Consciousness His Features Were Blank Leaving Him Anonymous The Surroundings Faded Into The Darkness All That He Knew Was No More, His Next Journey Would Be Arduous Time Had No Meaning As His Path Wilted Seeds Of Fear Clouded His Being Where None...
    Lushiro Lushiro 22-25, M 1 Response May 3, 2012

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    The Dark Room

    Alone, he stood in the middle of the room. Surrounded by dark walls with nothing but a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling right above him. Blankly staring at the light, he was trying to put together the events that had led up to his captivity. He was just a scientist who was...
    CelinaTheLost CelinaTheLost 16-17, F 4 Responses Apr 27, 2013

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    King Stephen was at Lincoln Castle .

    His enemies surrounded him . The Empress Maude was becoming a threat. She had claimed the thrown . A civil war had divided the English Kingdom. Great Noble men had to choose between two people who both had a claim to the thrown. The Kingdoms first civil war . Not the war if...
    Homejames Homejames 51-55, M 2 Responses Jun 22

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    Trounyan. Jenny's Bali holiday was drawing to a

    close,it had been a good but lonely time,the people were very friendly but she had had to ward off those who tried to con money out of her,believing her gentleness and gullibility would make it easy,a woman on her own often has to face such misconceptions about herself from...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 4 Responses Jun 21

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    One Man's Lonliness

    He sits there, waiting. His heart yearning for her to come. She rarely does. He know she is with another, laughing, touching. He lights another cigarette. He remembers being here before, loving someone who loved another. Why is he putting himself through this again he wonders to...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Oct 13, 2011

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    He pulled the covers over her naked,

    sleeping body. She seemed at peace with herself he thought as he brushed the hair from her face. In the corner a candle flickered, sending dancing shadows around the bedroom. It had been an eventful night, one that he hadn't planned for. Stepping silently into his trousers he...
    00afreshstart77UK00 00afreshstart77UK00 51-55, M 2 Responses Feb 7

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    When I first found the book,

    I thought it may have just been another library book that I accidentally took with me from school. I've never been so wrong in my entire life. The book was very plain and had no title or author. Curious, I opened the book and began reading a few passages at random. Some...
    Hurt329 Hurt329 18-21, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    Hello Darkness My Old Friend

    It wasn’t fear so much as feeling unsettled. It was as if things were just slight out of kilter; warped, even. He lay there, staring at nothing, as the darkness was complete. The thin nylon surrounding him could have been inches or miles from his face, and it was only by...
    CuriousNomad CuriousNomad 46-50, M 4 Responses Mar 29, 2013

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    A Reprieve.

    The man living next door to Donna was the neighbour from hell! He was a squat, bald headed little man,top heavy in the shoulders,persistantly belligerent,you could sense the anger in his walk,his stance. Donna, being a single woman living alone made her the perfect target. He...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 6 Responses Jun 23, 2013

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    An Indian Lullaby

    Ninnie baba ninnie. Sleep little baby sleep. The child was curled up in her aya's arms,being softly sang to and gently rocked. " Ninnie baba ninnie",the little girl loved that song,she often sang it to herself while playing in the lushness of the garden of her parents' villa,in...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 3 Responses May 7, 2013

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    First released in 2008,

    the publishing rights have reverted back to me. I decided to create a condensed version and release it through video. Soft Breezes,Love~Wind
    WindSylph WindSylph 46-50, F 6 Responses Dec 13, 2014

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    There lived a black sheep in a nearby village.

    Every spring, he shaved his black wool and sold it to the villagers.The villagers made sweaters and socks from his black wool. One day, the black sheep noticed that he had some more wool left. He thought it would be such a waste If nobody wants ro buy the wool. That afternoon...
    BigMou BigMou 16-17, M Aug 11

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    Part 3 I keep walking back slowly

    and I noticed everyone coming towards me now and I said **** it and ran my black *** all the way home. Finally made it home and breathing hard and stuff as I enter the house my mom says what's wrong I said nothing, people in this town are weird, mom I think we need to move back...
    chrislane166 chrislane166 16-17, M 6 days ago

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    little bird watched the soaring ones.

    .. He shrugged and continued happily hopping along the ground. He wondered why the others put such effort into flying when everything he wanted was here on the ground. Seemed like a bother....dealing with winds, weather and sheer effort...all that flapping..ugh. He hopped over...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 3 Responses Jan 12

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    The Lair

    A man's lair is his castle,his home.Without a companion to share it with,it becomes nothing more than a museum,or a shrine,filled with pictures and artifacts.How he wishes that she might make his lair a home once more.
    diggler diggler 41-45, M 2 Responses Jun 6, 2013

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    Part 1 Me and my mom are driving on the road

    and I'm thinking to myself how stupid it was for her to move out in the country, I'm probably gonna be the only black boy in the town, so we finally get to the new house and it look old and dusty, in my mind I'm like ain't this some **** what the **** is this bullshit. My mom...
    chrislane166 chrislane166 16-17, M Aug 22

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    A work in progress...

    She gazed across the ocean, allowing the breeze to carry the scent of her past over the waves. A fresh start. That was all she needed. Leave the past where it belongs and move forward. As the horizon faded to black, she realised she didn't know where home was. The place she had...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner 31-35, F 1 Response Jul 27

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    My first fictional story.

    I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.                                            The Jacket It was in the middle of November. Winter was coming quickly. Leaves had finished falling, and now blew along the dry sidewalk, brown and...
    LaurenJFisher LaurenJFisher 22-25 2 Responses Jan 3, 2014

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    Hunter Pt. 1

    It's late at night and I'm walking down an empty street. I'm being followed by a dark van at a distance. As I round the corner I'm pulled against the brick between a small alley. I make out a shadowy figure, a large hand covering my mouth. I beat on the hard chiseled chest of my...
    FireQueen10 FireQueen10 22-25, F 5 Responses Nov 11, 2013

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    The boy sat, doubled over in pain,

    on his hands and knees, clutching at the forest floor as if he were holding onto a lifeline. Pools of silver moonlight surrounded him, gathering on the ground like blood. Sweat slicked his face, plastering his longish chestnut-colored hair to his forehead and cheeks. He gasped...
    DrowningInRed DrowningInRed 13-15, F 2 Responses Jun 24

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    This kid Called his girlfriend

    and it answered in the middle of an affair. He heard the whole thing, but didn't get angry. He was eerily calm. He waited until the next day and hid a hammer under his belt while walking to the local grocery store she worked at. He wanted her life, and he wanted it for free...
    NewNonsense NewNonsense 18-21, M 1 Response Aug 7

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    The Road To Nowhere

    The following story was written for entertainment purposes only. It is a fictional work derived from the mind of the writer and in no way should be taken as a factual account of any past or planned event. Anyone mentioned in this story is done so in a fictional fashion. Any names...
    fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 5 Responses Dec 9, 2011

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    Actually, I am in the process of writing two

    short stories. The first one is based on my experience in the United States Navy. The second is based on my conversations I had with exotic dancers while writing an article for a national magazine.
    Solitaireman Solitaireman 56-60, M 1 Response Jul 1

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    ModifiedMamaofTwo ModifiedMamaofTwo 18-21, F Aug 19

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    Claudy,An Old Flame.

    Ever since I was a child I had flashbacks of tall trees and dense forests,of oxen teams pulling logs through rough terrains.These memories,because it was what I classified them as,always happened while I was busy or otherwise engaged.They just emerged and with them a feeling of...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 3 Responses Jun 6, 2013

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    the old man shuffled down the street.

    a perpetual frown cut deep lines in his face. people moved aside as he passed. the old man made people nervous, always angry and cold. he never spoke more than necessary, no friends, no relatives. he moved into a house on the edge of town. always dark and dilapidated, the...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 2 Responses Jun 22

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    There was a man who fell in love with a hair

    dresser. One day he came in to tell her but he was too shy so he asked for a haircut instead. He had long flowing hair, now shorter than before. Every week from then on he came in to ask her out and every week he ended up getting a haircut instead until he had barely any hair...
    baconrind baconrind 26-30, M 2 Responses Apr 21, 2014

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    The Night She Came Back

    Standing there naked, he shut off the hot tap. The thought of a hot bath made him feel content. The realities of life would return but for now he would just soak and dream in his steam filled bathroom.The bubbles engulfed him as he lay down. Taking a sip of scotch from his...
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