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The storm was on its way. The
clouds above were moving fast. It was easy to tell this was going to be a big
storm because of the clouds. Not because of their color, but because of how
they were in layers. Way up, back in the distance, there was just a thin layer
of clouds. The kind that makes it seem like there never was a blue sky. Then,
closer to the ground, you had more clouds. The...
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Romance
"Who are you?"
"Oh Marcy, you are all about the details. Does it really matter who I am?"
"Yes. I would like to know."
"Oh fine. I am Mr. Clark the owner of this hospital."
"Mr. Clark?"
"That's right."
"What is going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why...
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Romance
"Good Morning Marcy." said a voice from the corner of the room.
Marcy opened her eyes to look around, her eyes however were bandaged up.
"Who's there?"
"Hard to believe that you could forget my voice so quickly."
"Jesse."
"Yes."
"Oh Jesse, I need to see you!" Marcy exclaimed, her hands pulling...
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Romance
Marcia had a good life. It was happy. She was in love, and when you're in love, everything is perfect. The sky is bluer, the grass is greener, and everything has more color. Yep, her life was perfect, except for one thing. Her.
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"Marcy?" said a shallow voice.
She opened her eyes and turned to look toward the door.
"Mom?"
"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?"
"Oh mom, I had the most terrible dream."
"A dream?"
"Well it was more of a nightmare."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I am just so glad...
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Romance
“I think we should get a second opinion.” Marcy’s mother said.
“Yeah, I agree with that. I would like to have it checked-out by my normal doctor, Dr. Veal.”
“Dr. Veal took her leave this morning to have her baby.”
“Oh, I forgot that she was pregnant.” said Marcy.
“By all means, if you would still like a...
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Romance
The sun was shining as Michael
walked out of the movie theater with a few of his friends and their wives.
Michael was 25 and single. He had his share of crushes as a teenager and dated
a girl a few years back, but they never felt right for each other. He had never
fallen in love.
“We’re going to grab some dinner.
You hungry?” his friend asked.
“I’d...
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Romance
"Why are you so mean to me?" Unconsciously, Thomas his hands go to his face to wipe away the tears and he heard himself sniffle.
God, why am I being so emotional?
As Earl approached Thomas, the crying one turned his head to look away, when he spotted the table beside him. Earl was about five feet away from him, so he grabbed the side of the table he was closest to....
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Diane left the libary after politely excusing herself. Thomas watched her, making sure she left completely. He felt like something was getting on his nerves whenever he meets her. But, then again, he has only met her twice. Nevertheless, she still was annoying to him.
Strange. She did so much for me. Why am I not thankful?
Thomas sighed. He hasn't sighed in a long time. Maybe it...
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That Empty Feeling
By: John Fillmore
Jack’s brother teased him about
the fact that he never seemed to spend any time with friends. Well, Jack thought, I have friends. I hang out with them enough. I’m just busier than most people.
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Sunshine
A Short Story Written
by:
Chase Merkley
“How can
you tell if you’re in love?” I said to
myself. “Is it the kiss? Is it the butterflies that fly around in your
stomach? How can you really tell if
you’re in...
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15 Feb 2008, 10pm
Dear Diary,
I guess things ain't going on well after all. Angie had been rather nonchalant everytime I told her that I loved her. All she's been talking about these days were about her workloads and stress. I don't know what am I suppose to do to lessen all the stress that she's experiencing. I'm stressed too. She's the only girl who gave me this special...
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In third grade I met a girl named Emmie Smokes. She became my best friend and later my girlfriend.
In High School we were dating and all that stuff. We would go to movies, and kiss good-night on her porch under the moon and stars. It was magical when our lips met. We would go to the pool and I'd rub her back in the hot sun.
Then in Collage we were thinking...
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My perfect girl. The one who's lived in my mind for as log as I can recall. Manifest. Innocent, intelligent, funny, exciting. Understated but unbelievably attractive. Every flaw is an enhancement, every vulnerability invites me to care. She's shy yet strangely confident. Confident in the things I don't like girls to be confident in though. Ten months I've watched her every move, hung on her...
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"Ashes to ashes." Bryan whispered, stabbing the stake through the vampire's heart. "Dust to dust." The vampire exploded into a cloud of ash that fell softly to the the ground. Bryan swiped his greasy hair back and made his way for sleek black box that was ten feet in front of him.
He laid a hand onto the glossy lid, gripping the stake tightly. Taking a deep breath he...
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Romance
Natalie broke it to Brandy
not knowing what a powerful affect it would have. She burst in their
two bedroom house they shared, smile beaming with a gleam in the eye.
You see, Natalie and her beau had been to a theme park, for their
anniversary. It was there that Tom broke it to Natalie of his
intentions,
"I've been thinking alot," he spoke in
his...
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I climbed down the stairs and into the Subway Station. As always it was crowded like a sofa during the Super Bowl. I stood around and looked for the ticket booth. Damn crowds can't see a damn thing. As soon as I spotted the ticket booth I was knocked over and a man fell on top of me. "Hey watch where the fu......" I started but when I looked at his face I instantly knew who it was....
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The clouds drifted by, tearing along the sky in a deceptively slow track across nature. Wide, innocent eyes traced the path of the fluffy behemoths traversing the heavens, following every movement. The eyes gazed in rapture at the confections of the sky, devouring the very sight.
Soon, the delicate pink...
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My Dearest Sara,
Your portrait, which I painted, still hangs on the wall over my desk, yet it has been four years since that terrible day when you said goodbye. I still remember that sad day. Do you? But, that’s not why I am writing this letter: a letter that you will never read, for I will never send. So, why am I writing it then? I am not sure, to be honest, but I...
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Angela fumbled with her coat for a few seconds before finding a button.
It was getting colder and she hated the wind. As another breeze rush
through her; she winced at the invasion between her legs. Her dress
flapped against her calves but wasn't loud enough to muffle the subtle
short conversations around her. Alas, she was doing this for her
fiancé's mother. Maybe she should have...
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