THE FRONT: PART 5

Scott stood in shock for a second, while the German soldier continued his slow advance up the trench. There were others behind him and Scott saw to his horror that many of their bayonets were bloodied, they had been killing the British while they...

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Golden Eyes

Golden Eyes By Roofles "What is the meaning of this?" The older human female said covering her mouth with a napkin. She glared at the dozen others in the waiting room at the top of the Memorial Hospital. "I paid good money to get my son on a...

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Fullhearts eve

Next to no-one else had volunteered to help, instead leaving her and a few individuals to help reconstruct the various buildings and towers.

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Confidence Boost

I walked with my head hung low as insults came from left and right and sat alone in the back of the bus, the only place where no one occupies.

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I'm Sorry, Satan

I'm sorry, dude, that's pretty fucked up, for every single time we point at you when a mistake is made, throwing you under the bus, "you made us do it", being the common call. Aren't you suffering enough already? I mean, goddamn! There's more...

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Roscrow's Entertainment

Roscrow stood in the hall, finding a dark spot that he managed to tuck his lean, long frame into. He had his shoulder resting on the cool rock, arms crossed comfortably over his powerful chest. His black eyes were lidded, like a lazy panther waiting...

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Short_002

Some things are bad, and some things are bad. Some things are not always bad, some things change depending on how some people can manipulate the situation, and some things are when you think it is bad. Things that can break one's morale, things...

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Hivemind

The wooden door opened up and a man walked inside, carrying with him a huge brown sack with an arrow sticking out from the inside. The man closed the door, walked inside his wooden interior house, and slammed down that sack onto a wooden table. The man...

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Les Citrus, Pt. I

Les Citrus (I) * * * Pallor from the coming squall, that chills you to the bone; we tended the fields for Fall, to bring food back home. Too bitter to stand up, the ground weighs you down, with memories of a cup, you had filled with a...

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One Less Chair

One Less Chair by AvoidedCat74 This chair was always where you'd sit and yell Every kind thing I said you would dispell I won't hold onto this dead weight Maybe once it's gone this anger will abate All you did was cut me down with every...

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The Dragonslayer's Quest

no one called him sir swineherd any more. slaying seven dragons in thirteen years tended to quell pejoratives. that he was kind and charitable, to a fault, with peasant and nobility alike, winnowed out many of his detractors in short order.

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Don't Leave.

The cold winter air nips at my face. My warm breath meets the air in a puff of smoke-like condensation. The snow crunches beneath my feet as I trod down First Street in my winter coat. In one hand I hold a bouquet of flowers, while the other is dived...

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