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The night was calm until the voices broke the stillness and unleashed one hell of a story, or perhaps I should say life, because the events that I will retell are full of details that I cannot forget nor want to. The reasons of me hearing voices can be many things from usin …

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The Lady With The Sparkling Red Hair

Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:20 PM EST

By Kara Shalee

Circumstances being what they were at that moment in time, Dusty and Gina were living on skid row in a rehabilitation center for alcoholics. It wasn't the greatest facility, and it wasn't the worst either, they supposed. They had both lived in worse places.

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The Magic of Christmas at the North Pole

Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:24 PM EST

By anonymous-1077600

Mrs Clause was in one of the Christmas kitchens with the gingerbread men making some of the treats for the childrens' stockings. They always did this ahead of time for the candy.

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Stayed tune for a special broadcast, My life!

Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:33 PM EST

By Hugo C. Gonzalez 76

If it makes you cry, oh well, if it makes you laugh be my guest, if you think for any second that my hope will ever end you will be surprised and I might even surprised myself. Google it, do some work: "go into hell for a heavenly cause..."

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TRUE CONFESSIONS OF A HAUNTED HOUSE

Mon Oct 31, 2011 6:56 PM EDT

By anonymous-1077600

There went the hammer again, it felt like thorns in her side. It would have been okay and acceptable if it was adding to her beauty, but instead it was disguising it.

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Journey, A (a poem)

Mon Oct 24, 2011 6:18 AM EDT

By Hugo C. Gonzalez 76

Chosen from a bushel, rotting the rest, Given a challenge, a nevertending test, Walking alone only fills my caldron, With me travel my faithful squadron.

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