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- Richard and Diquel Chapter One at storywrite
- Dragonas {WIP} at storywrite
Bethany was different than most girls in her area. She was strong, intelligent and well liked but still, she was different. Girls in her providence were not known t - Life Within The Shelter at storywrite
Life within the shelter wasn't what you may think of when you ponder what a woman's shelter may be like. Maybe you've already lived in one, yours was probably different f - Inner Demons at storywrite
I'm running through the back streets of this broken down town. I trip over dried up cacti, I stumble but I don't quite fall. The moonlight dances over my shoulders. - A Letter From Santa at storywrite
Dear Children of the World,
Santa is very down this year. Seems the mixture of Prozac and Zoloft just isn't working like it used to. - Talking With Jesus at storywrite
I don't know why he chose me but I guess he had to chose someone. Me being happy with my own life and my own private spirituality I certainly didn't need this to happen.< - My Interview at storywrite
An interview with myself...
'I' will equate interviewer - Jakob Landry's Story at storywrite
I remember how I used to be before it happened. I'm sure I was more of a man than I am today. I often reflect to remember the days before when I was what I consider - Chapter One *Very Graphic* at storywrite
I see things that normal people don't. I can look into your eyes and see your fears and desires, your loves your hate. I can feel how you feel before you may even - Aaron's Story at storywrite
Aaron Jonathon Glenroy Scott was born on December 16th 1988. He would have been 16 soon. He died on March 20th 1989, which was his grandfather's birthday and ten da - My Wife Is Cheating On Me... at storywrite
My wife is cheating on me. All the signs are there. She has lost weight which has made her already beautiful body more desirable. She went out and had her hai - Reflections at storywrite
"It still hurts, ya know, to laugh, to cry."
I looked at this young woman who seemed to have so much in front of her. Fear danced upon her face in such a way that I wi - The Land Of Nothingness at storywrite
The Land Of Nothingness is not to be here nor there. It isn't to be anywhere for that matter. In the still of the night in the darkest hour of hours is still not as - Uh...Hello. I'm Not Quite Dead. at storywrite
'Uh...hello? I'm not quite dead.' As funny as it sounds at first that's all I could think of to say. Here I was buried in God's green earth but I'm NOT dead. - The Hotel On Hollow Hill-Part One at storywrite
Back in the days of the American Civil War my sister and I played on lush green lawns on the grounds of the hotel my parents owned. Hotel On Hollow Hill was what it was called
