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l a k e
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Ongoing, First published May 23, 2016
Mature
NOTE: THIS STORY IS RATED "MATURE" FOR STRONG LANGUAGE, SCENES OF VIOLENCE, AND (POSSIBLY) EMOTIONALLY DISTURBING MOMENTS.

There is a lake. The lake is small. Almost a pond, but not quite. A narrow cement walkway encompasses the water, embracing its near constant rippling. The warm rays of golden five o'clock evening light offer little comfort as I stare out over the water's collected surface. Beneath me is a beautifully carved rosewood bench with black wrought-iron arms and legs; strong and supportive. Always there for me when I need to sit, head in hands, unkempt, shaggy blond hair falling over disgraced, dirty blue eyes -- eyes that that sting as a single tear drips slowly down my burning nose, over my flushed, right cheek.

Meet Dawson. Read his story. Discover that life isn't always perfect. And that happy endings don't always exist.
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A Walk Through Hell *ABANDONED*

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I sat in my first period english class, my teacher grading papers or whatever it is that teachers do when you walk in. Soon the first bell rung, and people filed in. The usual suspects, the nerds, the cool kids, the "we hate liz" kids, and so on and so forth. But Imagine my surprise when I see a kid with blonde straighted hair, and an under cut roll in. And I mean that literally, he rolled in, in a pair of healies. I couldn't take my eyes off this peculiar specicimine. A woman from the office handed my teacher a note, who then attended her attention to the odd looking boy standing behind her. "What's your name?" She smiled. "Jaimie." The boy smiled right back.