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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    There’s something about hearing those words. In that moment, the whole world crashes down around you, and you can’t even believe it. Your mind freezes, repeating those two little words, over and over, trying to send some coherent message for your lips to decipher and form into a sentence, a pr...
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    "Sir, she's gone offline." The Director turned around slowly, tapping his custom-Italian-leather-clad foot deliberately against the polished marble floor. "Agent 112," he called out, his voice carrying through the tense air of the control room, "tell me why an agent go...
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    It was easy not to love, because I hadn't found anything worth loving. But you- you held me in your gaze from the first moment. Of course, I never could have known what those soft eyes would come to mean to me, but I was caught in them regardless. There was something about you, something diffe...
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    Emilia had never known the meaning of bittersweet. Not until the day she saw her husband coming up the front steps of her little country house, whistling happily and giving his hat a little tip as he walked by. Mr. and Mrs. Harold Bouchard had been married for 52 years before Harold had passed away,...
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    Some days are grey. It might be the rain, or the fog, or maybe it’s the clouds. It doesn’t really matter, though, because the day is gloomy. It’s days like this that are perfect for remembering, for nostalgia, for pulling out old pictures or for flipping through that old diary from middle scho...
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    “Masks removed, we hide from here...” I run. Screaming. Trembling. We all run, for ourselves. No time to go back for others. We are learning who we love, and by whom we are loved. The ground is cast into the air and the sky pours down upon us. I search for him, but I fear it’s too late. I...
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    "It's not wise to let someone like that know who you are." Tanya sighed, ignoring her trainer. She gripped her battle ax tightly with her frozen fingers, swinging the thick blade in frustration and letting it hit the icy ground with a thud. "Look at me." Deliberately avo...
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    Everything. That's what I would give you. I would let you into the deepest corners of my life. I would tell you all my secrets. I would show you all my scars. I would let you watch as my dreams burst, exploding, rupturing, creating a space for you to move into, a hole with no dry hopes to fil...
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    Everything. That's what I would give you. I would let you into the deepest corners of my life. I would tell you all my secrets. I would show you all my scars. I would let you watch as my dreams burst, exploding, rupturing, creating a space for you to move into, a hole with no dry hopes to fil...
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    Silent footsteps fill the empty night. Adelina pulls her jacket tighter, afraid to let her milky white skin show. It was her only weakness, really, the fact that she was albino. She had taken care of her left arm; in a drunken rage, her father had beaten her with a large piece of metal from his sh...
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    She's five years old. She fills her days with dolls and princesses and dresses and the color pink. She goes to school with the innocent joy of a kindergarten child, coming home each day to the arms of Mommy and a warm snack and cold cup of juice. She colors in her book of princesses, filling t...
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    The soft click of worn heels against the cold tile was more than enough to alert Liz to the counselor's arrival. The short knocking of Mrs. Stephenson's ring laden fingers on the door resonated through Liz's tired mind, making her head pound even more. The counselor cracked the door ...

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