A story about an afternoon in a park in November.

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Why do we all have to hate?

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After divorcing her French husband, Ellery Roulet moves to Geneva, meets a a tall, dark stranger and ponders the possibilities of new love.

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Dedicated to my mum. Love you mum xxxxx

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Aryn is caught up in his own personal purgatory, and must face what he is done, or be engulfed by the conflict of his own disparaged self.

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Jessie goes to see Kiaria, even though they can't be friends, but... what if it goes the wrong direction?

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brevity

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A love that turns into a bittersweet memory.

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After a short visit with my father, this is what I have come to the conclusion of. It's rather depressing, really.

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Emily finds an old photograph of her Alzheimers ridden mother at her nursing capping ceremony, but will it bring her mother back to her?

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This was my second piece of creative writing coursework. I haven't had the grade back for it yet (risky) but its another tale of woe, enjoy!

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A poem about the differences between girls and boys.

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He enjoys playing pranks on customers in a McDonald’s until he meets two weird teen girls.

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There's a fine line when it comes to death. Do you lay down and take it, or get back up and fight?

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A poem about a Vampire. Not your sparkly sort either.

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Girls like pink and boys like blue, this is a fact we know is true...

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They said she was well. She was not well...

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"If I'm your imaginary friend, my friend, whose imaginary friend are you?"

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