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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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The godfather


The godfather was a cruel and wicked man. His complexion was that of a turnip, a deathly white pallor accented with black-rimmed, sunken eyes, a well-defined chin, and thin, oily black hair

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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


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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the never-ending wait


I sat in the library cafe, surrounded by nine-year-olds from the school next door, and troubled and disabled kids with thier social workers, waiting for my dad to get off of work. While I wa

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There he laid. Only knowing of his fate, not of his origins, journey, nor his companions. The knowledge of his fate he dreaded. He had been told this day would come, but now as he stared at

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Drama Girl

" Hey, dork" Britany snickered, her brown hair in a strait cheer leader ponytail, her 10000$ dollar outfit flawless. "Oh, back off," I snapped, my red hair extremly tight curly, my makeup p

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