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excorpse
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We saw the beautiful sea creature once more, but all of a sudden we were swallowed up by the storm. We tried our best to sail through. However, we failed miserably. Our ship sank, and the entire crew...
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excorpse
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And me, just a small piece in it. Hiding from it all, the buildings, the smoke, everything ugly in this world that is ready to devour my smallness. I hesitantly dare to look around and emerge. I sniff...
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haiku
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4 votes
This is my test now
published - 3 authors - 1375 views
excorpse
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7 votes
June 6, log it's been 48 hours since I lost contact with my crew, I should have figure that we were being tailed, "I'm so stupid" I said with an distinguish face, I should have never let my guard down...
published - 5 authors - 1178 views
poem
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3 votes
Singing sitting shouting listening in the small class oh scream and shout
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excorpse
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5 votes
The corpse is as exquisite as it was in life. Each mourner told his or her own tale of the corpse, and you could see the corpse had a life lived rich. When my turn came, I said "In subsequent additions...
published - 5 authors - 1787 views
novella
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19 votes
"That's a hell of a thing to say, Vern...Veronica?" Jack's head was a bowl of thick oatmeal. His .45 dangled heavily in his hand. The woman before him was all woman. How could he have confused her with...
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excorpse
published
7 votes
The rain. The God-forsaken rain. It came like the reaper in the dead of the night, pounding on the door, the roof, the car. When will it stop? I don't know how much longer my little cottage will last...
published - 5 authors - 1897 views
excorpse
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25 votes
She counted the days until she had no fingers left. But the dead flowers would not bring Spring back to her. The storm outside was as loud as the ticking of the clock but both assured her that time...
published - 9 authors - 2032 views
flash
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11 votes
"There's gold in them there hills," said the boy, in all seriousness. I looked to where he was pointing, at some scrubby sagebrush and limestone and dirt. A tiny waterfall shot muddy water toward us...
published - 5 authors - 1981 views
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