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    One Man's Loneliness: 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 himself. The...
    00afreshstart77UK00 00afreshstart77UK00 51-55, M 2 Responses Jan 13

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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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    Remember Me

    When I had a day off work,I liked to visit quiet places in the town where I lived,tucked away from the bustle and the noise. One of these places was a well known cemetery,well known for its very elaborate monuments to the Dead. One such monument had cost the man who had built it...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 5 Responses Apr 29, 2013

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    I write a lot about Random things

    and weird things and cool fantasy stories.
    cutekittycat cutekittycat 13-15, F 1 Response Feb 11

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    ALICIA.I was late catching the bus,

    as usual having left things to the last minute.I just caught the bus as the driver was closing the doors.The bus was full,only a place remained at the back next to an overdressed woman who did not look too friendly.Just my luck I thought but it could have been worse.In Yugoslavia...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 6 Responses Feb 14

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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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    The hunter spied her prey.

    Her duty was clear, the invader could not be allowed to threaten the serenity of her alpha female. The enemy was loathesome. Fur covered a sickly grey. It rooted in the soil in a most disgusting maner. This could not stand. A growl escaped her throat...low and fierce She...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 3 Responses 6 days ago

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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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    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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    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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    Although Valerie had been here longer

    than I have, it took her much longer to come out of her shell and to take up the idea of killing as often as we did. Every time we'd come back from a mission she'd be shaking so hard you'd think her limbs would fall off her body. So it came as a huge surprise to most to learn...
    DarkCelestriaRose DarkCelestriaRose 16-17, F 2 Responses Feb 12

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    'Jack Whiteman'. I was well hidden.

    At least in my head. I was under the duvet and I was pretty sure I was invisible to him. I saw him from the outskirts of my duvet – the purple flowers edged with holes had managed to serve a purpose after all. My heavy breathing was starting to ache me, I couldn’t go on like...
    TheWestlifer TheWestlifer 18-21, F Dec 15, 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 9 Responses May 17, 2013

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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...
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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 18-21, M 1 Response May 3, 2012

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    I had always wondered

    why he would never touch me. He says he loves me and wants to be with me, but he never so much as kissed me. Every night we slept in the same bed, we slept in each other's arms knowing it was the only safe place we had left. But even then, he would only whisper sweet words of...
    DarkCelestriaRose DarkCelestriaRose 16-17, F 2 Responses Jan 29

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    The Child.

    Annette had lived in Brazil for quite a few years now,she was a professor of Arts at the university of Sao Paulo,well in her forties and living alone in a small house on the outskirts of the town. Annette had never married,never found her soul mate,truth be told she never was...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 6 Responses Jul 4, 2013

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    Open Door Sitting in the bus

    as the scenery whizzed by,Eva's mind revisited other times,other places long gone,a younger Eva who still could dream and believe she had life at her fingertips,a life full of promises,a loving man at her side,then it all came crashing down,Andrew was called for active service...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 4 Responses Apr 20, 2014

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    This is actually true,

    but I wrote it as to improve my English skill for This is not my mother tongue (it is Portuguese). So this rather frighting story might have happened to me due to my enormous curiosity. It is up to you to decide if this is actually a crazy thing or just isn't something to make...
    vichugo444 vichugo444 18-21, M Feb 22

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    I've got a bunch of short stories

    that could use some good readers. I writer horror and erotica, and often I like to write horrotica. PM me if you're interested.
    ACraigNewman ACraigNewman 36-40, M 2 Responses Dec 20, 2014

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    Oh what of this little game

    that we do play? You come closer and I pull away. I take a step forward and you take two back. I say that I'm done with this and you beg me to stay. How long until one of us just learns to simply walk away?
    Nyx613 Nyx613 36-40, F 5 Responses Feb 15

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    I'm getting so inspired reading Edgar Alan

    Poe's stories that maybe something creative will happen! #.#
    imandynation imandynation 13-15, F Feb 11

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    Sweat rolled down Clark's forehead,

    the temperature in the room was chilly. Clark remembered learning in school that males did better in school in cold rooms. Clark felt like his brain was a steak, chilling in a cold refrigerator. He opened his test booklet, and casually looked around. The instructor had left the...
    TheBellaBubbles TheBellaBubbles 18-21, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    She was in love with two men.

    One was her daughters father and one was her son's father. Let's call them M&L. M was handsome and L was average. M had a hard time keeping a job, while L was stable in his job for 5+ years. She married L & they bought a house Together to raise her son and daughter in. He raised...
    nyteacher2005 nyteacher2005 26-30, F Jan 14

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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 6 Responses Nov 11, 2013

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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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    The end of week rest period had arrived.

    Wearily the man opened the door to his issue rest chamber. I had been a long week of creating approved designs for consumer products. The data port at the back of his neck ached, time and again he had been told it was not possible to feel pain through the port wired to his...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 1 Response Feb 7

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    She'd been waiting for weeks.

    Long, agonizing, torturous weeks. The thought of him made her reach down, and softly find herself. She caught herself, and ran her fingers threw her hair instead. Everything was perfect, candles lit, lights off, and a mix of soft music playing. The perfect setting for seduction...
    zanyzoey zanyzoey 36-40, F 2 Responses Dec 16, 2014

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    This story is based off of Twitch Plays

    Pokémon. Even if you don't know what that is, I hope you can still enjoy it... ^^ As far back as Red could remember, his mind had been invaded with voices. They took up all of the space in his mind, and filled it with their mindless babble. They told him to do things; to walk...
    DrowningInRed DrowningInRed 13-15, F 1 Response Dec 8, 2014

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    He saw her and was instantly captivated.

    To others she appeared as merely another pretty girl, blonde with green eyes but not overly super model gorgeous. Her delicate hands and fingers and fine features entranced him. Her slim figure perhaps a little underweight but beautiful to him. Her pale lips looked so soft...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 3 Responses Jan 13

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    "Dammit! If you love me then you will stay!

    " he yells, emphatically. His eyes stare into her seeking a crack in seemingly unshakeable resolve. He searches her face relishing the sudden emotional torment in her eyes. He says a silent prayer thanking God for the inventions of guilt and shame.
    Nyx613 Nyx613 36-40, F 1 Response Jan 19

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    Here is one, it's called Reaper Academy.

    People often wonder what is death? How does it look? Is it painful? Is the story about a cloaked skeletal being real? One of those people was me, until death slapped me right across the face, not even seeing it. Allow me to pain a mental picture for you. I woke up at around 7...
    bisexuwhale bisexuwhale 13-15, M 1 Response Dec 17, 2014

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    The Story of A Night As I wander on this

    frigid night, passing the markers of the crucified, I wonder when I'm going to rest. These shallow graves have been my home for centuries, yet I never feel at rest. The shrieks of the crucified are uncertain & unyielding. Every night is the same story, wandering without...
    XRedFury XRedFury 22-25, M 1 Response Dec 14, 2014

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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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    Well, I wrote this little short story

    when I was 14. I thought I had lost it but I just found it today Lol. I hope you guys like it and I welcome anybody's opinion as long as its not mean. Please, only positive remarks. Darkness Covers All : "Anna" I heard my name at a distance. I questioned the voice in my head...
    Heart4Jesus Heart4Jesus 16-17, F Dec 30, 2014

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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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    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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 5 Responses Nov 9, 2011

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    I love to write erotica.

    I write short stories and poetry, but keep it pretty much under wraps. I post in a few sites and love to hear people's feedback though. I love the idea of someone being able to get off or aroused by my writing.
    BlondieYTZ BlondieYTZ 31-35, F 4 Responses Jan 7, 2014

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    ......the empty bottle crashed to the floor

    statling the man awake. His head spun wildly as he clutched the table edge. He stood up on unsteady legs and staggered from the kitchen to the living room. He paused staring at the television where home movies played on the dvd player. The screen showed a vision of beauty...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M Jan 24

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    "Maggie? Maggie, are you there?

    " God, if she doesn't keep her bloody voice down she'll have the whole street wonderin' what's going on. An' all cause she wants a bit o' gossip! Well, she's got some comin' to her when I tell her about Mrs pennybottom catchin' young Frank whisperin' sweet-nothin's to her bessy...
    ClaireyLou ClaireyLou 22-25, F Jan 13

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    She lust and lust but to no avail.

    What woman lies with a stranger? A desperate one. "She must be so desperate" he must think. They both know it is true. He shakes his head in displeasure. "Please I need you." The subtlety uncomfortable gentlemen must remain sober from lust. She needs him. But that is a...
    2lil2L8 2lil2L8 26-30, F 6 days ago

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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 21-25, F 4 Responses Oct 6, 2006

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    The Legend Of Lushiro (Part One)

    The wind would flow outwards flowing over his prominent blondish gold spiky hair with long bangs that recede down his face, his eyes reflecting off the brightness of the sun glimmering it's pool of cold blue. The dark gray cape he wore flapped against the ferocity of the wind...
    Lushiro Lushiro 18-21, M 6 Responses Jun 12, 2012

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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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    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 7 Responses Jun 23, 2013

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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 10 Responses Oct 13, 2011

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