Finished Folds (1—12)

• 4
  try the impossible, overcome the greatest fear in his life: fire. He knew he had to do it, or he would look back at his life in utter regret. He owed it to himself, his mother,and

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  2014-07-10 10:07:46

• 3
  My voice echoed back to me when I cried. My hands reached out to grab someone, but touched only the empty air. Who is going to save me from this emptiness devouring me from the

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  2014-07-10 10:01:00

• 3
  tell me who I am, where I was, what's my name. Why can't I recognize that face in the reflection? Why is that face so strange to me? Why is my mind blank?

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  2014-07-10 00:31:32

• 1
  there I was, face to face with the snake, and I was all alone. I did not dare move a muscle, not even when my fringe irritated my eyes. One move, I would be dead. The beady eyes

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  lcordelia

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  2014-07-07 03:50:14

• 1
  My father was different from other fathers, but I love him for that. I knew he wanted to show me that there was nothing to fear, and to have fun. I knew, at that moment, I could

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  2014-07-07 03:47:46

• 2
  I am alone in the house. There shouldn't be anyone here with me. My mind was spinning, and all sorts of images played in my head. Was there an intruder in the house?

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  2014-07-07 03:42:04

• 3
  My mother rolled her eyes, folded her arms , and screamed, "Shut up!" You could hear the silence, a loud silence that crept into our heart. My mum meant business.

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  2014-07-07 03:37:33

• 3
  He sprang towards the stairs, almost stumbling from the size of the bag he was carrying. Suddenly, he felt warm breath blowing against his neck.

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  2014-07-07 03:33:22

• 1
  foul smelling socks, and emptied them over all my head. That was a rude awakening for me. The unpleasant odor stung my senses, and drove all the sleepy angels into hiding.

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  2014-07-01 10:58:56

• 3
  It was little Miss Muffet who saved the day. She had her thumb in a pie and flashing her fake lashes at president Humpty, she offered him a slice.

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  2012-02-28 08:59:20

• 3
  There was no one. No one living at least. This was soon to be a horrid truth that they would come face to face with in a few minutes. It was the smell that hit them first.

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  2012-02-28 08:56:54

• 4
  He looked at them pensively. Goodbyes were always the hardest, yet, he had gotten to used to it already. Somehow, every tear shed had hardened into a crust within his heart.

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  2012-02-28 08:53:35