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Excerpt From A Story I'll Never Write Short Stories

Here are the top Excerpt From A Story I'll Never Write short stories, fanfiction, poetry, and posts on Commaful, including topics like "horror", "thriller", and more.
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The Reason
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice By singlebiteofmemories-blog http://singlebiteofmemories-blog.tumblr.com/post/160770033575/the-reason

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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At the ring of my iPhone, I wake up in my usual sleepy daze. You reach over me and turn it off for me because you know I have trouble getting up in the morning. I mutter something about having to get ...

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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As soon as her eyes filled with tears I felt sick to my stomach. I hated seeing her so upset, I hated seeing her cry. “Hey, hey,” I said softly, pulling her close to me. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” ...

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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Lilting edge of mania bubbling against the tilt of grate and fate alike. It shouldn’t tickle excitement to the tips of her fingers, shouldn’t round the corners and chase the last of her sanity down to...

The Reason
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice By singlebiteofmemories-blog http://singlebiteofmemories-blog.tumblr.com/post/160770033575/the-reason

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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At the ring of my iPhone, I wake up in my usual sleepy daze. You reach over me and turn it off for me because you know I have trouble getting up in the morning. I mutter something about having to get ...

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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0
As soon as her eyes filled with tears I felt sick to my stomach. I hated seeing her so upset, I hated seeing her cry. “Hey, hey,” I said softly, pulling her close to me. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” ...

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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0
Lilting edge of mania bubbling against the tilt of grate and fate alike. It shouldn’t tickle excitement to the tips of her fingers, shouldn’t round the corners and chase the last of her sanity down to...