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- Seven's Ashes-Chapter One at storywrite
. - Part one: The Attempt at allpoetry
Bleeding eyes / melting sorrow / your demise / my tomorrow / false accusal / tread on nails / bomb defusal / mission-failed / - Midnight fear at allpoetry
Awake
In midnight fear - [ Insight ] at allpoetry
Insight
chains to the heart - I see her at night at storywrite
- Das Spiel der Kinder-introduction at storywrite
- The facts-Chapte
r 2 at storywrite
I stepped into the steaming hot tub when suddenly I heard "Mrs. Robinson" playing from my jacket pocket. That meant Jean was calling. I grabbed my robe and ran out in - The facts-ch. 1 at storywrite
- Peace in Death-Chapte
r two at storywrite
Another thing I was always told is that believing is seeing. My family really had no faith, and I was brought up that way. Sure I believed in God and Jesus, the whole bit, but - Peace in death at storywrite
Since I was little, I have been told that there is a heaven, and a hell. But who can you believe? Many times I'd like to believe what I'm told, but thinking about death makes b - notice at storywrite
TO THE READERS OF "LIFE WITH SARGENT" - Life with Sargeant-cha
pter five at storywrite
I ran and ran until I didn't know where the hell I was. As soon as I had gotten past the gate, I bolted. I ran like a bat out of hell. I was in the middle of a mass of open spa - Life with sargeant-cha
pter four at storywrite
I woke up in a clean bed in the medical center. I looked around at the uniform room in all its sanitized glory. Damn. On the other hand, maybe they'd send me home. Suddenly a n - LIfe with sargeant-Cha
pter three at storywrite
I ran for what seemed hours on the tred mill, and I thought I was going to die. At least I didn't have asthma or any other breathing problems. I realised now that this woman wa - Life with sargeant chapter two at storywrite
"Maybe you shouldn't take what you have for granted. Listen to what people who have athority over you tell you. Maybe your life wouldn't be so 'awful' if you'd just do what you - Life with sargeant-Cha
pter one at storywrite
I looked around the room, wondering wether my life here would be permanant. I hoped not, with all my being I hoped not. I threw my bag on the bed. This place was awful. Nothing
