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Cliché, Touché and Douche by FadedSmoke
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{Completed - #12 highest} I was walking on a path all alone at midnight. I was just wondering around, until I saw a guy in a hoodie. He was beating the pulp out of another guy and one more man was on the ground, he was not moving. I gasped. 'Is he dead?' Or he can be unconscious, yeah 'el' he is just unconscious not dead. Duh! Who would kill a guy? As I was proceeding with my thoughts, that hoodie guy turned his face towards me. My heart had a mini heart attack. I turned my heels to the opposite direction and started to run. 'Run Ella, run for your life' was what my mind was screaming to me. I took turns without thinking, that guy was now following me and guess what? I took a wrong turn and which ended up being a dead end ' You are so dead' I thought. So, I started to think what I said last time to the people I love. 'Good night mom, love you.' to my mom, 'Stop annoying me! I'm going to bed.' to dad which also mean I love you, 'See you later Lu, love you!' to Luana. Okay my good bye says I love them all. Now I can die in peace. Granddad I'll meet you soon in the heaven, if you are there. I was still in my deep thoughts until I saw his silhouette. As, he get closer, my heart begin to race faster. I closed my eyes, until I heard him say "Ella?" O to the M to the G, this person actually knows me. I opened my one eye and saw him due to the small light hanging in that ally "Errrrr'ick!" I squeaked and mentally face palmed myself. Even at this state I'm calling him Errr'ick. "I'm sorry your highness, what can I do for you?" I squeaked again while trembling. The next second I heard his fits of laughter. He was rolling on the floor, actually rofling. I was glaring at him but I realised that I'm not in a position to glare. So, I made puppy dog face for him to spare my little life. He stopped but after seeing my face, he started to laugh again. He tried to say between his guffaws "You..... your face .....was epiccc!" He started to gasp for air and had tears in his eyes.
Mirror Glimpse. by FadedSmoke
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This book consist of one shot stories of all genres.
Mr. Black & Miss White. by FadedSmoke
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This books is the sequel, continuation or part 2 of my very first book 'Cliché, Touché and Douche.' ______________________________________ What, Ella Sebastian would do when her mysterious past Mr. Black pops up again? Would she let him ruin her life, twice? Find out, in this story of Ella Sebastian where she struggles to not fall in love with Eric McCall. Why? Read the first to words again. (wink)
My Poetry For You by Adoringpoptarts
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These are just some poems that I wrote and I decided to put them on here for everyone to see!
Angels Die Too by TylerMatthewKnight
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Taylor is een meisje dat net zoals ons gewoon naar school gaat en school haat. Dat ze school haat komt door Levi en zijn groepje die haar constant treiteren. Er is een nieuwe jongen bij haar in de klas, die ze op het eerste gezicht irritant vindt. Tot hij voor haar opkomt tegen Levi. Doordat niemand dit ooit heeft gedaan voor haar, behalve haar beste vriendin Puck, wekt dit gevoelens in haar op. Ze gaat gewoon door met school. Tot er op een dag vier jongens met geweren de school binnen stormen. Dat verandert alles.
And then He Came. by Ankushshharma
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when a third person came in a love story.
ONE I like the most... by Ankushshharma
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Dedicated to The one I like/love the most..
Uncontrollable Love [#Wattys 2016] by Toya679
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"Uncontrollable love, I can't explain my feelings. Body on the ground but my heart's on the ceiling."
Dragged to my knees by Ari_Whispers
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Highest Ranking #408 in Spiritual #7 in christianlit "Are you Happy?" is such a difficult question. I always say yes. Because I have friends, I laugh at jokes; I go out a lot and have fun. My life isn't as bad as it could be and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. Right? But then, one night at 3am when I'm alone, still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life, I find myself crying my heart out. I feel horrible and I question everything I had. I don't know if I was ever happy at all and yes, things just got worse. Jericho 'Ricky' Davis is your typical 'more-than-average' high school student at first glance. he seems to have it all; from friends to girls, popularity at school and even good grades. However, as his story unravels, we learn that Ricky is struggling with a broken relationship with his father, an aunt at the verge of death and a life that just might fall apart. After all, everything is not what it seems This is not some sappy romance story. There is no promise of a happily ever after. Yes there will be a lot of eye rolling and provocation and yes you might be force-fed a bowlful of aggravating emotions but please try your hardest not to hunt me down and strangle me afterwards. Thank you :)
Valid Weaknesses  ||Completed|| #Wattys2017 by Ari_Whispers
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Two separate beings coexist in the same reality, albeit at different ends. One of them seemingly happy and contended while the other appears trapped in a flawed cycle of hurt and pain. When the lines separating the lives of both girls are blurred, things escalate quickly and the two soon discover that friends can pop up in odd places and that it's okay to be different.