Clearing Thoughts

Some fuzziness left her mind, along with some recent thoughts and emotions. brooke could stay in the garden all night, but it would be dark soon, and she still felt sleepy. who knew when she'd have to walk to tapu village with parker tomorrow?

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Food For Thought

He thought about his options, then crossed back along the bridge, making sure to map this place mentally for once he had the key. on his way back to the ranch he saw the pink gordo in question happily sitting on the small nearby island.

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A Thoughtful Night.

He thought that was his friend's best shot. college wasn't everything after all. 'maybe if i wasn't so pushy... maybe if i hadn't got angry...' he thought. the argument had heated up and in the end he got angry and almost shouted at him.

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A final thought

My hurting body fuelled with the fear or pain made me leap faster then i ever thought i could trough the hole on the street. i was safe for now.

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Dangerous Thoughts

Was this a mistake to have her as the nursemaid to my younglings, because she had other thoughts about me i was not aware of until now?

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Second Thoughts

I loved it and did my best to impress him, but i never really thought twice about it until now. i wonder if maybe he thought this was his fault. a light breeze blew by and rustled our fur. koar nodded slowly after a long silence. "i think i get it, kaz.

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Stray Thoughts

The purple pat considered, "that's a very cute name, my dude." the cat said before shrugging a bit, "as for my name, well, you thought something about tom when you saw me, didn't you?" he asked.

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Mist and Memories

People's lives are made up of Mist and Memories. For, that is all anyone ever truly sees. We spend our lives walking through the mist. Never seeking to see what lies beyond our outstretched wrist. We spend our time looking at the memories we've...

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The Daemon

._ _as the night wears on and cold sets in,_ _her thoughts retreat and hide._ _in time a new light shines,_ _these boots approach with unhope._ _as they halt behind there is no pain or shine_ _in this silence wings beat down the earth,_ _the cold is

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Becoming: Part 1 -Lost

\*Hello everyone, this is my first story that I've every posted on the web, so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes. If there are any formatting errors, it is most likely because I am doing this on my IPod. Constructive Criticism is always...

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Delving Deep.

The striving, omniscient, self capitulating behemoth of inner resolve. To gaze upon its bald face is to see eternity itself. The ability to not merely confront any obstacle, but stare it down into dissolution. For within itself is the assuredness of...

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Unity (Poetry)

In the promise of opportunity, Let us not rest upon days past: Let us go forth in unity. What can we have without community? An inkling of solidarity dashed And the promise of opportunity. Can we seek immunity From the words that hurt and...

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