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I need to Kill Jack

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I need to kill Jack.

So I decided to start a series of short stories called “Riminesque in Crimson” and I have one character that needs two things, a beginning and an end. The big problem though is he is a little too powerful. His name is Jack (reference to Jack the Ripper) and he is the embodiment of evil. Here are a few key facts about Jack.  Read More »

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Losing My Mom - Looking Back About a Month Later

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Ok so it has been awhile since I have written anything. I am not quiet sure what this piece is going to turn into but I need to write and I need to just get this out of my system.  Read More »

My 18 hour Vacation. The Saga pt. 2

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This is a continuation of my 18 hour vacation story. It picks up where pt one left off. Here is the link: http://www.progressiveu.org/174230-my-18-hour-vacation-saga  Read More »

My 18 hour Vacation. The Saga

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Now before i write this i just want to say this is a fictional story that i thought up, and wanted to think what people thought of it/how i could improve. I would love comments, and debates about any political or otherwise views that i may stick in their, depending on how good my memory and imagination is. Well, i hope you enjoy, please leave comments.  Read More »

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Things always look different in the dark

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I remember a time in my childhood when my parents insisted on dragging me around to every one of their social events. I found them quite boring especially because a twelve year olds mind tends to wander frequently. While my parents were talking to their Georgian friends at the dinner table, I was thinking of all the better things I could be doing at that time.  Read More »

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Never Waking Up...

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The young girl slunk down the white, sterile hallway at her mother’s side. Her petite nose tingled with the scent of disinfectant, and the sickening odor of illness hung in the air. She hated the smell of hospitals. They took the elevator to the fifth floor and found room 525. Her grandpa lay in the room with countless miles of tubes protruding from his lifeless body.  Read More »

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Muderous Angel (story poetry)

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The Murderous Angel

 

The Angel slowly Stalks  Read More »

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A Short Story about those who put Hope in a friend saying hello

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