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The short history of a shooting star

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Why am I supposed to talk if I have nothing to say? I asked God one night when I was hopelessly praying to him, but the sky doesn't answer back. It had the same expression as always, the clouds only masking what's hidden behind and the stars you can only see when it's past the bedtime.

  Why am I supposed to talk if I have nothing to say? I ask myself but I'm nothing better than the empty sky. I can't answer the question either so I'll let the prose I wrote down here speak for me.All Rights Reserved

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Eliza Clark: Earth Bound Angel by redrobinsredrum

I've been banned from heaven and sent to a place worse than hell: High School. Ocean Beach was a small town on the coast of California and was never mentioned for anything. Until they were on TV for a mysterious pattern of dead animal parts, heavy hail in the middle of November, and other things. And it's my job to make sure that humans stay safe. But the thing is, will I even be able to help them?

Conversations With God by Toobigofadreamer

I grabbed Him by the hand and forced Him to look at me. "Have you forgotten? Surely someone like you cannot forget. The one who makes mountains move and waves spill out of their sequence. Answer me." He looked at me with eyes full of the world and what He has seen, and kissed my cheek lightly. And a thousand winds started whispering, whispering loudly, the one thing I wanted to hear.

Love Beneath The Moon by IncredibleSmile0

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My Silenced Cries by Love_Albrecht

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When reality splits [completed] by KatMoon11

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