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By Moira BRONZE
O&#39Fallon, Missouri

It was a cold February morning when Adam kissed his girlfriend, Moira, on the cheek. “Wake up.” he whispered. Moira let out a quiet groan. “It’s too early Adam.” she whispered...
Moira BRONZE, O&#39Fallon, Missouri
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#14702 Fiction
DanteDrakien PLATINUM, Ogden, Utah
20 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Do not go gentle in that good night, Rage rage against the dying of the light"

#14703 Fiction
By Syana BRONZE
Seremban, Other
Syana BRONZE, Seremban, Other
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Akaidance BRONZE, Springfield, Virginia
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Some men dream of being heroes. Others relive it in their nightmares."

#14705 Fiction
By AlexTraxinger PLATINUM
Fort Worth, Texas
AlexTraxinger PLATINUM, Fort Worth, Texas
42 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
God, grant me the serenity<br /> To accept the things I cannot change;<br /> Courage to change the things I can;<br /> And wisdom to know the difference.

#14706 Fiction
By Camryn Yacks BRONZE
Highlands Ranch, Colorado
Camryn Yacks BRONZE, Highlands Ranch, Colorado
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
WK2023 BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#14708 Fiction
By monsterheart BRONZE
Minnetonka, Minnesota
monsterheart BRONZE, Minnetonka, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
What is this life if full of care we have no time to stop and stare? --W. H. Davies, from &quot;Leisure&quot;.

#14709 Fiction
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.

#14710 Fiction
By Guacamole BRONZE
Greenville, Ohio
Guacamole BRONZE, Greenville, Ohio
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments