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Live well

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Reads 134
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Parts 9
Time 51m

artist dreamer friends ihaveadog labrador lilcussing

my phone buzzed and i picked it up. it was from halle. shrugging it off i tossed my phone to the side and picked my book pencil backup. my pencil flowed smoothly as i drew  circles and guidelines.

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i walk into my first period class, which happens to be Forensic Science, i love it since i watch homicide and murder.All Rights Reserved

artist dreamer friends ihaveadog labrador lilcussing

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The Way You Make Me Feel [ J.J ] by garciasfluffypen

There was no way this was happening. This couldn't be happening. I was just having a bad dream, right? I was going to wake up in my bed with my alarm going off, and this would all just be the first day of the semester jitters. That had to be what was happening. I pinched myself, making sure that I was dreaming. I wasn't dreaming. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF CRIMINAL MINDS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE WRITERS. Kind of slowburn... we'll see how that goes.

Purple Blood by QueenieLee84

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The Beginning Of The End by lloydm_garmadon

*beep* *beep* *beep* The fire alarm rang. Now, it was usual for it to sound early in the morning, as the Cherries pranked them every week with that. But it was unusual for it to sound at 4 in the morning. OJ got up from his bed to tell them off, but when he looked in the hallway... (Or, OJ's hotel burns down and people overthrow capitalism because of it.) (tw for hallucinations, something burning down, blood stuff, mind control, violence, and gaslighting)

Decadent by DystopianMilieu

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

Proyect Genesis by ProyectoGenesis6

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Creative property by theartofscary

This is basically my creative process in my creative memoirs about drawing painting and also tattoos and piercings. Therefore what makes me interested in tattoos and piercings and also what makes me interested in drawing tattoos for my tattoo artist as well as the clear processor comes with it and the inspiration that comes with these graphics and also my music and of course my writing a little bit of that as mentioned. This is about the creative process of making artwork and tattoos for my own personal scan and then I end up going to go and sport for the rest of my life I design my own designer tattoos and this is a memoir about how it started as a young kid and worked his way up to me getting my first tattoo and then pretty soon my second hopefully this will be decent enough memoir. There still may be strong language. **********on Amazon and draft2digital ******************

Into the Velvet by help-me-think-of-one

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My College Professor by kayreader23

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Wings of Butterflies by herview

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The Way You Make Me Feel [ J.J ]

There was no way this was happening. This couldn't be happening. I was just having a bad dream, right? I was going to wake up in my bed with my alarm going off, and this would all just be the first day of the semester jitters. That had to be what was happening. I pinched myself, making sure that I was dreaming. I wasn't dreaming. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF CRIMINAL MINDS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE WRITERS. Kind of slowburn... we'll see how that goes.