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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...
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    One Winter Morning There was

    once a man.. He was a simple man.. He was walking along the streets and he saw her.. The most beautiful girl. She had eyes that were blue as the morning sky, and skin so soft, it reflected the light of the sun. He looked at her and she caught his gaze and smiled. That smile...
    tobealonewithyou tobealonewithyou 18-21, M 2 Responses Feb 25

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    A Forlorn Hope The captain stood

    before his company looking up at the banner of the Red Wolves dancing in the sun behind his troops. He recalled the pride he had felt when he was awarded a place among the elite soldiers of the People’s Army, a chance for Aecius Ulfa to show his valour. A chance to compensate...
    SumLupus SumLupus 22-25, M Feb 16

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    The Gateway.

    Peter was a quiet child,who made friends easily.He was a plump boy,his eyesight not so good,so he wore National Heath spectacles,which never flattered anyone.His family was fairly close,no real conflict spoiled their relationship,the athmosphere at home was peaceful. But at...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 3 Responses May 15, 2013

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    Single. "You say it as

    if it were a death sentence," She murmured playfully, swiping a strand of jet black hair behind her ear. The girl sat there, cross-legged, innocuously peering into a set of serious sienna eyes. "I'm serious, Cynth. Aren't. You. Afraid?" The words were short, choppy and emanated...
    Fuzzies Fuzzies 56-60, M Apr 6

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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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    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 4 Responses May 7, 2013

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    *Randy, The Dancing Machine

    ~FYI:  Spacing on EP is a little strange today hence the weird spacing...
    joyceluvsjames joyceluvsjames 46-50, F 3 Responses Aug 26, 2013

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    Bird Brain

      One thing I have come to know, from my experiences on Ward 12, is a bit about the way the brain works. When we think a thought, a kind of chemical soup gets sloshed and shunted around the various parts of our brains, picking up whichever associations are available to...
    amberdextrous amberdextrous 51-55, M 5 Responses Dec 14, 2009

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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 hrs ago

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    A religious experience: A man walked into my

    room today with long hair and ragged clothes. He was not invited or had I ever seen him before. However, his demeanor was so calm and confident that I did not feel threatened. He exuded an aura of relaxation; in fact his very presence seemed to have a sedative effect on me. He...
    passion4writing passion4writing 22-25, M Dec 26, 2013

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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 6 Responses Mar 29, 2013

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    My parents are writers

    so I grew up writing short stories. They're not very good yet, but I'm hoping to improve. I'm into Sci-fi and fantasy.
    RubyEvanescence RubyEvanescence 18-21, F 1 Response Mar 28

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    Through A Glass Darkly.

    As often as she could,she would escape from the oppressive atmosphere of her family,where constant cricticism was meted out,where not a word of encouragement was given,where faults,no matter how petty were always found,today she had left the door open,all hell broke loose...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 4 Responses May 12, 2013

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    I watched as he lay helplessly on the bathroom

    floor, His arms bleeding relentlessly, his body spasms slowing down. The last hour was most likely the most horrific I have ever witnessed. His nose met 13 continues lines of cocaine, his lungs endured nonstop hits of marijuana, his veins met the cold hard tip of heroin filled...
    laney850 laney850 18-21, F Mar 7

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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 Principal's Room "YOUNG MAN,

    SIT DOWN NOW!!!!" Bobby was trying to get his pencil from the top of the filing cabinet. "B--" "No. Buts. Sit. Down. NOW!!!!" Bobby was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. He sat down and looked at the floor, his eyes filled with fake shame. "Now I...
    NFDenmark NFDenmark 18-21, M Feb 7

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    Unique Words

    Something we all do. Some people more than others.  Some do it louder than what's needed.  Some do it too soft to comprehend. Some of us start later than others.   Talking, the most common form of communication.  A series of words put together, some with much thought...
    joyceluvsjames joyceluvsjames 46-50, F 2 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    Hey this is my first post,

    so dig it pops! This is my hybrid mind-child, mine, so don't copy and paste it somewhere else. Anyway I don't have title for this yet, but right now it's like half-poem and half-short story, so comment and give me feedback I'd really appreciate it :] *This is originally posted...
    kingkongfranke20 kingkongfranke20 18-21, M Jan 5

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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 7 Responses Jun 2, 2013

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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 8 Responses Jul 4, 2013

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    ''to Smile Miss,to Smile''

    Once again,Emily had to walk so far without anyone to know.She just felt she had to go far.As it was almost morning Emily felt a bit tired and wanted to return home.All was so silent and the sky seem beautiful.It was a bit cold but that didnt matter.She always felt good after a...
    amysangels amysangels 22-25, F 15 Responses Feb 12, 2010

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    Deliver Me From Evil-The commotion downstairs

    tapered of. With my ear to the floor I could hear it all. A worm called fear was coiling and uncoiling in my stomach as I listened. Next it would be my turn. As I heard footsteps echo on the stairs I began to float away from my body. Like a person goes to sleep I climbed inside...
    UnwantedMutt UnwantedMutt 22-25, M 3 days ago

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    The Hunter

    He crouched quietly in the cool shadows of the evening, observing her gentle and precise movements as she began to make her way home. He watched, noticing the careful manner in which she chose her path, cautiously and slowly contemplating each step she made. He took note of how...
    Hongruilin Hongruilin 31-35, F 8 Responses Dec 12, 2012

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    A Lil Something I Wrote Back in 2010.

    .. *Cheers* There's a Small child crying in a corner room... Her back pressing against the chipped green painted wall eyeing the Footsteps scuffling under her room Door. She clutches tightly to her only comfort. A small brown cotton doll with Red hair and a Quilted...
    lanaturalesa82 lanaturalesa82 31-35, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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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 4 Responses Jun 6, 2013

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    The hill was tall and seemed endless.

    She was shaky, like a calf who is learning for the first time to walk. Her legs wobbled and knocked together, it felt so wrong, but it was a first. The leaves repeated themselves in a thousand patterns. There was a slug, and a spider in a weed. They were all so wrong. Yet they...
    lildragon3333 lildragon3333 16-17, F 5 days ago

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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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    Terminus

      It wasn’t much to begin with –just a thread: two strands of fibre spiralling together to make one- but in time it could have grown, could have become woven into the fabric of an Us; our warp and weft. It had the potential to become something secure and self...
    amberdextrous amberdextrous 51-55, M 6 Responses Dec 12, 2009

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    I loved reading scary stories

    when I was younger, the scarier the better. I began writing short stories when I decided that the scary stories I was reading weren't scary enough. Every kid that liked scary stories knows the story about the girl who wore a black ribbon around her neck, and at the end the...
    FaeFamous FaeFamous 22-25, F 2 Responses Mar 3

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    The Corner of Westview

    and Haley It was a long day at work. The oil rigs were ruthless. Just today two men were sent to the hospital with neck injuries and blunt force trauma to the head. Another one has a visitation in a week. My sister was at home waiting for me to come home. She had dinner made...
    Creed1334 Creed1334 18-21, M Dec 19, 2013

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    Simba,A Dark Tale.

    When Mark remarried,he thought he had found the perfect mate,he was so lucky to have met Irene at a soiree with friends whom he suspected had planned the whole thing. His daughter Rose was now eight years old and very much in need of a mother figure,after the death of his wife...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 3 Responses May 19, 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 7 Responses Jun 23, 2013

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    Trigger: MB His heart was in the right place

    when he agreed to kill me, but now that the moment is here, I'm not sure he's going to be able to follow through with it. But I am here, and he is here, and the gun is in his hand. The gun is in his hand. I am sitting on the floor of my unfurnished apartment wearing only an old...
    showusyoursouls showusyoursouls 18-21, F 2 Responses Feb 6

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    The Silver Fox Made Me Cry

    I am slightly embarrassed to admit this, but I cried this morning. And I cried over an infomercial.  A 30 minute commercial that brought me to tears within the first 20 seconds.  I had a good cry.  The reason?  The Silver Fox made me do it...
    joyceluvsjames joyceluvsjames 46-50, F 2 Responses Aug 29, 2013

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    Chapter One “Bam!” a rock hit against my

    window, from the sound of it nearly shattering it into thousands of pieces. I sighed before standing up from my work desk with the black swirling chair. I jumped over to the window and opened it, allowing a little, wounded, hawk to fly into my window and rest on my bed. I closed...
    mysteryteen mysteryteen 16-17, F 1 Response Dec 24, 2013

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    I recently launched my website

    for my writing career. On it, you can find my stories, poetry, scripts, and essays. I also have a blog on it about writing and being a writer. Please come visit it and let me know what you think of it. www.acraignewman.com
    ACraigNewman ACraigNewman 36-40, M Mar 20

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    Okay- so I entered a short story contest a

    while back, nothing big, no prizes or anything, just recognition. Anyway, I haven't written a short story in a long time and could use some tips. How do you all start? Keep going? Get through writers block? What do you do first? Any suggestions are welcome.
    Owlmaid Owlmaid 22-25, F Feb 6

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    I walked among you. I was

    once there. But you did not see me. You asked me to speak, I spoke but you still could not see me. I looked to see what it was I needed to do, to become part of you, and the more I tried the more you refused. I tried to be myself and myself was a disappointment for you. You...
    jeresey jeresey 56-60, F 2 Responses Apr 3

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    A Chance Encounter.

    Sally loved her quiet times,away fom the hustles and bustles of her job as an executive.When not working she took long walks through the streets of New York,sat on park benches,fed the birds with stale bread she got at a discount price at the bakery,watched the children play and...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 3 Responses Apr 27, 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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    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

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    A Very Important Detail.

     The Bible was written by MEN with an agenda and not by GOD.
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 2 Responses Jul 21, 2013

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    The Aftermath Dirty water rushing by with

    various pieces of people's shattered lives interspersed. A once colorful pillow, now stained brown and lumpish, a child's highchair, lovingly and carefully crafted now broken and mangled, lying on it's side, stuck against a door jamb. A once pampered and beloved cat, struggles...
    SweetKiester SweetKiester 36-40, F Mar 14

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    Does the anti-government militias make good

    villains? I am really fed up with them.
    InFiDeL0020 InFiDeL0020 26-30, M Jan 30

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    Like fire, she illuminated in his smile.

    Like fire she burned, disappeared.
    Heuristic Heuristic 13-15, F 1 Response Jan 15

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    I have always been a writer from a very young

    age and I used it as a form of expression. To write scenarios I was thinking but could not voice. I am a firm believe in this as its a way of letting out what is inside without having to say what you are feeling. I have written many books over my time and have had a pew...
    AX5625 AX5625 31-35, M 1 Response Feb 28

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    Fever: MB It was early

    when you let yourself out. Maybe it was too early in the morning, or maybe it was just too soon. Maybe there's no difference at all. You didn't stop to say goodbye that day, and I woke up wondering. I wish you had left me wondering, but instead you came back. Here's to the night...
    showusyoursouls showusyoursouls 18-21, F 1 Response Feb 6

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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 18-21, F 6 Responses Nov 11, 2013

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    Here’s a little story I wrote way back in 9th

    grade. That was more than twenty years ago. I’m amazed that I still have this story in my computer! The Shaman The wind blew cold and harsh across the plains. It was nearly time for the great Day Star to rise, and the old Indian struggled to hold to his life for just one...
    FriendlyBryan FriendlyBryan 41-45, M Feb 4

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    Two Ships Her pearls.

    That is what he noticed first. A glistening string of white droplets falling down the front of her faded sweatshirt. Discordant and yet interesting. A glimpse of potential secrets disguised by baggy jeans, faded and torn, and an oversized shirt. Michigan State the shirt...
    TKD1 TKD1 46-50, F Jan 26

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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

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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 7 Responses Apr 29, 2013

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    This is a story about a criminal; I stuck up a

    couple who were quite drunk in an alleyway near the center of town at around 2 am. They were a good target for they had been laughing and content seconds before. In this game you have to pray on those who are happy for they have the most to loose. I stuck the gun to the back of...
    passion4writing passion4writing 22-25, M Jan 1

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    Travel unburdens the soul they say.

    However there was a woman in a train station on a destination she did not know. She beheld the ticket in her trembling hand with the city “Regensburg,” written on it. She wondered “where the hell is Regensburg? Is it in Belgium?” She did not care though, her illusions...
    passion4writing passion4writing 22-25, M 2 Responses Dec 16, 2013

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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 3 Responses Apr 19, 2013

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    living up to the stereotype Dark skin,

    only seen in the light Weather ghetto or classy She still seems to be sassy Striving to look European In any of the seasons Strong black independent Yet still lives off the government Perpetuating negative images of dad, even though she slept with his *** Bad attitudes left and...
    Bach13 Bach13 22-25, M 1 Response Feb 12

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