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Polaroids and Postcards | ✔️by H. M.
| Wattpad Editor's Choice | Jason Lovett, a no-nonsense guitar-player, is leaving New York to get to a career-making gig in LA. But before he gets far, his car breaks do...
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D e a r L e t t e r ;by ˗ˏ ˋ𝓐𝓼𝓱 ˎ ˊ˗
Request: Please don't comment on this book.
When life's a battle and you have nothing to fall back on. When the path ahead is dark, and there's no way to light the road...
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With love, -D. -Sterek- -BoyXboy-by Jackie Davis
Stiles keeps getting postcards, but from who? And why..?
-Based on the season finale.-
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Postcardsby sarahmarie426
A pictures holds a thousand words, but a postcard holds more.
My entry for the #southwestcontest
I dedicate this story to my mom, whom I received my adventurous spirit...
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#9
Just To Writeby breanna0427
When Alyssa gets tired of every book ending the same way, and having the same conflicts, she takes matters into her own hands and tries to write a book herself. However...
#10
For Whoever Needs Themby Problem Child
So what will happen when you run out of postcards?
I guess that's up to you.
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Just a story about a girl who collects postcards and the stranger she decides to send th...
#11
Postcardsby Gianpaolo Moscetti
Stories of droughts, floods and rafts. At least at the beginning.
Every postcard is a world by itself, enjoy.
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aléatoire writing bookby Gillian
(if your wondering aléatoire means random in french) this is just a book of stuff that I have to say. it will be a mixture of a short story collection, fun stuff I found...
#13
Where she wentby .
"Jack:
She's gone.
She left us alone.
She went with her paper cranes and her jokes.
But, where she went?"
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#14
Deja Vu: Our Turnby Ashley and Abbie
It was supposed to be a fun vacation with my sister during fall break. We were supposed to keep sending post cards to my three friends from each place we visited. It was...
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Floor 2by Rose Jensen
Our world was peaceful. All the little kids playing outside, adults by the barbecue talking and enjoying themselves. No, it wasn't perfect. But it was home, it was free...