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I was just making a stupid story but that story turned out to be one i though everyone would love.. my mom said i had a talent for writing scary storys but... you guys can tell me if that true... here is my story
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
A POEM ABOUT THE WORLD OF A SOLDIER AND OF A CONGRESSMAN. IT'S INTENDED TO POINT OUT THE INJUSTICE THAT IS DONE WITH OUR TROOPS BY THE GOVERMENT OFFICIALS.
By A Broken Dream
(This was actually a dream I had, but I put a little editing in it) I find myself caught alone in a dark forest, right next to the MapleWood school. Worse as I though, I sure wasn't alone.
A sewer treatment plant built on the beach front road, where it could be? In Vizag, a large metropolitan city in South India with a population over 2 million.
â€œWhose idea was that?â€ inquired Juggernaut.
â€œDonâ€™t ask me, I only work here,â€...
"Hey, Iâ€™m Evelyn Valentine, Iâ€™m 19 years old, and Iâ€™m going to tell you what happened to me when I was 17.
Well it is actually, so letâ€™s start.
Here goes nothing."
Evelyn Valentine Is Having A Night Out With Her 'Friends'. As Usual Mary And Gabriella...
A human arrives at Star Grounds. A feat unheard of in the past...impossible, yet there she is, those Lilac eyes with a force like gravity on Prince Allen...
One night a girl stumbles upon a town, a town that isn't suppose to be. None of the residents seem to be quite human... what are they?
If you are a coffee aficionado, you probably have more than two cups of your favorite coffee each day. But, what about all that coffee ground that remains in your coffee-maker? Do you maybe toss it away? IF you do, then you should probably revise that thought once you find out what coffee ground...
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Another very short caveman story
By Bruce Kriger
In one province there were no residents. It was intentionally left empty and was sanctified by priests so as to challenge, on scientific grounds, the age-old principle that a holy place is never an empty place. And so there was such a place. Anyone who settled there, either in error or by their...