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Adria Donohue

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Titles Are Overrated

WARNING: This story has some themes that are alluded to and are pretty dark. The main dark theme is SA. Please do not read if these themes will be hurtful to you. <3 Maria put the last ornament on the tree, humming under her breath. The song had been playing itself in her head on loop all day. It was Snowman by Sia. She always had music in her head, along with the chaos of her thoughts. She took a step back, admiring the Christmas tree. It was tall, and fake, but it was beautiful. The lights were multicolored, illuminating the room with ...

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The Car Chase

Damian was staring at the ceiling. He was getting used to staring at the ceiling. He didn’t know what to do. Macy didn’t want to leave this place, and he felt compelled to not leave him behind, for some reason. If it weren’t for Macy he would have left a week ago. Unfortunately, the days continued to pass and Macy shrugged him off every time he tried to convince him to leave. He felt so utterly weak. Why did he feel like he had to stay? His rare splay of emotion at the bar had played over and over his head every day. He didn’t understand why...

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Saving The World (As usual)

Luther tightened his tie, feeling comforted by the rough texture under his finger tips. He was standing in front of a mirror, his bathroom lit by the lamp on the sink. He was a tall guy, with curly brown hair and pale skin. His blue eyes were intelligent and mysterious, and he had a few freckles on his cheeks. He was wearing an all black suit with a dark tie. It was his favorite outfit, one he wore whenever he could. He examined himself, making sure everything was in order, then left the bathroom. He grabbed his keys and walked to his car, a...

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The Brothers Battle :3

THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY. THE END MIGHT ACT LIKE IT IS, BUT IT IS NOT. George sat down on the bench, watching his friend finish his match. He played middle-school tennis. It was his favorite thing today, and he always won. Well, almost always. Today was the day he would go against his biggest rival- his brother. His brother went to a separate school, and every year they had one match where they got to play each other. He was determined to win this time. His older brother, Gregory had always cast a long shadow with his academic achievements....

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Wind In The Willows

1930The wind was cool that summer evening. The breeze gently whistled through the trees, zipping past leaves and bushes, leaving a slight stir of movement over each one. The willow trees swayed gently, whispering secrets that only the nature around them could hear. Lying in the wispy grass was a boy. He was about 15, with curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. His olive skin was darker than usual from the constant sun that beat down on him every day. He was staring up at the leaves, entranced by the pattern above him. The dying rays of sunl...

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Outside

"I don't understand it any more than you do, but one thing I've learned is that you don't have to understand things for them to be"- A Wrinkle In Time Don't leave the box. The box is safety. The box is proper. The box is your life, in the past, the future and now. You are one with the box. Without the box you are nothing. Gadixi started out his window at the wide roads that stretched ahead of him. Every road had a row of identical houses that followed it, and every house had an identical car parked besides it. This was all he knew. Everythi...

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Murphy's Law

Marcquavious Murphy pulled into the parking lot at 3AM. He got out, looking up at the neon sign that read; "Damian's Bar". He hadn't been here in a very long time.. He locked the car, hesitating before heading for the door. The cold winter breeze brushed his face, as snow fell through the night. He entered the bar, surprised to see that it had changed quite a bit. The tables had been moved around, and a stage had been added to the building. On the stage a band was cleaning up their supplies, and the bar was rather empty. It made sense, since...

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Cupcake Confessions

"And they finally found their happily ever after..." Amélie closed the book in her hands, sighing softly. The emotional roller-coaster was over. She took the book and gently placed it on the bookshelf, where many books of the same genre sat. She loved romance books. They were books that she could put her heart into, because she knew in the end it'd work out. All the stress and fear would melt away for happiness, and she'd have another beautiful story on her mind. She hoped her life would work that way. True love was what she wanted above all...

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Secrets

Daniel Jones had always been a patient person. He didn't know a lot of people, and he liked it that way. He had a wife and a daughter, and that was all he needed. Everything else, all the things in his past, they didn't matter. It was a cool fall day. The Appalachian Mountains were painted different shades of orange, yellow and red that blended into a fiery picture. Daniel was sitting on the porch steps, watching his wife and daughter play in the leaves. He loved them so much. His wife, Sky had known them since they were teens. He would neve...

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The Mirror

Miriam looked over the snow covered lawn, a sense of peace falling over her. The cold seeped into the small screened in room slowly, making it a comfortable temperature as it battled the heater sitting by her leg. The room smelt of cinnamon and Christmas days. She sighed with contentment as she slipped her hot beverage. It was her favorite recipe. She made a coffee, then poured a package of hot-coco and some pumpkin pie coffee creamer to make a yummy fall-themed experience. Her mother used to make it for her when she was younger, back when t...

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