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FrustratedI need to start saving.
And get a job.
And explain to my mother why I got 79% on my Science exam.
Also, the weather dropped 20 degrees celcius overnight.
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Yes, my life is abundant in excitment.
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I cant even count the days nowThe two remaining men were watching, stunned. The one with the knife started to swear loudly, stepping away from Ashlen. "I'm getting out of here, man. I don't know what the hell just happened and I don't want to find out." "What about Gero?" The other asked, looking down at his dead companion with a mixture of fear and grief. "Screw him, he was a bastard anyway." And with those words he turned and fled, his only surviving companion fleeing with him. Ashlen was left standing there, staring at the dead man. What? Why? How? Then a thought struck her.Her hands flew to the back of her neck. There, stuck into her skinI cant even count the days now
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I don't know what day anymoreChapter 2I don't know what day anymore
She hit the ground on her side. She could only see a blinding light, that pierced her eyes and yet she could not blink or wince. I'm dead. Yet why was she still panting for breath? Why could she still feel pain coursing up her arm and into her shoulder, why could she still feel the bruises on her side? It didn't make sense. She had fallen right into a Seam, straight into its heart. A big one, even. She should be nothing more then a corpse now, all life drained form her body. Not wanting to ponder on what was supposed to have happened, she rolled onto her stomach and used her good arm to push her up. Sh
by ~Raolia
NaNo The day after somethingAshlen woke slowly, her eyes opening and then closing again at the sharp light. Her neck and back were stiff from sleeping in the armchair all night, cramping when she moved. She had no idea what time it was, or how long she had been asleep. Seth still wasn't home, the electric heater had broken, and the apartment was cold and empty. She sighed and pulled her coat tighter around her strong frame, pushing herself up from the armchair and stretching out her stiff limbs. She padded over to the only used door and slid the bolts from their locks. Not bothering to put her shoes on, she stepped out into the hallway, closing the door with a sofNaNo The day after something
by ~Raolia
NaNoWriMo Day SOMETHINGPrologueNaNoWriMo Day SOMETHING
"Humanity was doomed the day we started to talk." L. Sinic
It all started when humans couldn't go up. Space travel had come to a dead stop, from both lack of knowledge about the universe and the demands of people to face the issues on their own planet, instead of the ones on others. And so, without being able to go up, humans went under. This was the turning point, many people said. Humans began to dig under the earth's crust in order to accommodate for the ever-growing population, building large buildings under the ground. Soon the underground units and hallways became so complex you could
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Goin' 'round the country on a school bus named Jonathan, '15.
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Flora is always better when it spontaneously combusts.
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Goin' 'round the country on a school bus named Jonathan, '15.
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Flora is always better when it spontaneously combusts.
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Flora is always better when it spontaneously combusts.
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Forget Love, I'd Rather Fall In Chocolate
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Life is a shit. Then you die. But until you die, live your daily shit with a smile on your face and a laughter on your lungs.
I aim for the hilarious nonsense.
Busco hermanos de Buenos Aires.
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Flora is always better when it spontaneously combusts.
do you want it out of a picture I've already drawn, want me to draw something entirely different, or other?
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-You are the jelly in my peanut butter sandwich.
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