The_Shade |
Date Joined: July 11, 2008
Last Login: Jan. 9, 2009 |
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11 Chapters by The_Shade
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3.9/5.0 - published Jul 12, 2008 - 1 comment (preview)
My name is Isaac Graves, and I’m freezing to death. My back feels like a church bell on Sunday morning. I’m covered in snow.
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3.1/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - 1 comment (preview)
Larry had lost his territory in the public sandbox. To a bully and his dad. His father was too scared to stand up for him. Now Larry’s mom is screaming her head off.
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2.9/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - no comments (preview)
No food, no water. For the brief moments I believe I have left, I am living in a cage. A giant birdcage hung on a thirty-foot pole and hook jutting out from a stone wall.
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3.1/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - no comments (preview)
“Ok, I shoot the two guards, and you grab the shit. I’ll cover our escape if you can drive the truck. Got it?”
“Got it.” I didn’t get it. I was fucking terrified.
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3.5/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - no comments (preview)
I’m terrified to approach her, and smile. Knowing that her return smile will melt my face, my head, splinter my bones, and pour into my soul. I can feel it in my chest
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-- /5.0 - created on Jul 11, 2008 - no comments (preview)
I’m terrified to approach her, and smile. Knowing that her return smile will melt my face, my head, splinter my bones, and pour into my soul. I can feel it in my chest
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-- /5.0 - created on Jul 11, 2008 - no comments (preview)
I’m terrified to approach her, and smile. Knowing that her return smile will melt my face, my head, splinter my bones, and pour into my soul. I can feel it in my chest
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2.9/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - no comments (preview)
I want to breath for her, not for you. Not for the lashes, not for the vengeance, not even for the honor. Pacu gave his life for me; it is his honor I cherish.
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2.9/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - no comments (preview)
My son, is dead. He was to ashamed of what this man had done to him. He killed himself. I am now posing as him, trying to track down the man police say "doesn't exist."
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3.1/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - 1 comment (preview)
“But son, I’ll tell you what I do. Instead of holding my breath waiting for him to pass me up, I just as soon kill the son of a bitch, and breath easy for the rest of my days.”
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2.5/5.0 - published Jul 11, 2008 - 4 comments - start of story (preview)
My name is Isaac Flores, and I’m freezing to death. My back feels like a church bell on Sunday morning. I’m covered in snow. I can barely feel my hands, my legs, or my face. Jesus, what do I do?
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