My visions-Ch.8(The Un predicted kiss)

Back home,Michael was being scolded by his father once again.He sits down on the living room chair,hanging his head while his dad glared at him from the couch.....It was silent,and nothing could be heard.Michael's mom was sitting next to him,rubbing...

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I Dream of Trees

A short reflective piece from a pre-t & pre-op jensyn. i was happiest when i could wake up and see the trees.

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Reflections

The detective turned his head to look at his reflection in the one-way mirror on the near wall.

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Roommates - "These Are My Reflections" Chapter 9

#11 of roommates side story - "these are my reflections" some of you may have read this chapter before on a certain other site.

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Over the Edge

Over the Edge Free and clear, Nothing here, No clouds in a mile, Been sunny for a while. Then a rumble, Barely a mumble, Beyond the horizon, Wind is rising. Closer it gets, Slowly it sets, A storm grows, But no one knows. ...

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Synopsis backstory

This story begins in a town, well a city that was derived from a town, which became larger because of the need for a military base by a subtype of race that used fixed wing aircraft and mostly dirigibles as their main armament type of craft. The same...

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Symbiotic Reflections, Chapter 1

Alex watched slack-jawed in the reflection on the window as formed a mask across his face. the top of his head and lower face remained uncovered.

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Rooibos and Reflection

._ leafing through the pages, i had the impression that the "chapters" were more like essays, portions of journals or diaries, or simply the reflections of individual members upon their experiences with "being tribal."

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Reflections on Suicide: The Great Machine

Like our own creators, whose power to create is endless, so too do we reflect this image from our universal fathers.

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Reflections on Suicide : Leap of Faith

The agony of existence weighed against the horror of nonbeing reflections on suicideleap of faithlife is hard. or was hard, anyway. i can't say life is still hard for me because i am no longer alive.

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