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the story of a boy called pip

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Pip was a short stumpy boy with short ginger hair and smelt like he had been dragged through a field of cow shit. The bear with a van said, "That isn't normal cow shit. It's magical cow

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The bug

I was walking down the street when I realised, there was a bug in my hair. I noticed it in the most unpleasant manner of reaching to adjust my hat, upon which I shortly discovered the bug, c

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Corruption

Power, one of the many things that can corrupt a person's life. One who has power has nothing, indeed, but the power to make people think that power is real; that power can control their liv

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The gift

I knew it was the last time I'd see him. In his brusque, clench-toothed replies, his furrowed brow, his down-turned chin, I could feel the finality of it all. The train was going to depart i

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Kepay

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She appears with the ice cold wind and snow, comepleting the cycle and remaining the balance. They say the hair around her face and tumbling down her back is like ice. They say it's white a

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The End

She lived in her parents' house for years. The windows were tightly locked- the shades taped to allow no light inside. The only light that came in was from the small, hairline cracks of the

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Who knows?

They sat across the table staring at one another, contempt in their eyes. They knew what had to be done, but neither cared to speak of it. "Stop this!" the first finally yelled, sl

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The Entry Point

If I hadn't stumbled splashing into the stream in the night, if I hadn't thrown my soaked pants over the tree limb and crawled, shivering, into my sleeping bag, if I hadn't pulled the jeans

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Whisperings

Marta felt it before she saw it - a storm on the horizon, massive and gusting across the fields with its thick grey clouds; she felt it deep in the marrow of her smallest bones, coarsely ing

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Zero Social Life

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Once there was a young teenage girl who spent the majority of her time social networking rather than doing anything productive. The girl – Aisley – spent long nights scrolling endlessly

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