Short Stories About Cold

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lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
4 months ago
half way through hell,
the war's never over.
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jennablack15Trying to get my story heard.
a month ago
The last breath of love
Warmth spreads through my finger tips, breathing in happiness. Finally, something to hold dearly. To love for eternity, but I can't help the shiver go down my spine and the calm before the storm.
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lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
3 months ago
#5. Me
{Skin : a series of 7 poems, written by Lotus} Read the fourth poem(, the previous poem) ---> https://commaful.com/play/lotusmystiek/4-flesh-blood-hair-and-skin
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lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
2 months ago
Drowning

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bookworm123I'm done...
2 months ago
Murder (Part 2 of the "Sorry, not sorry" series)
Part Two of the "Sorry, not sorry" series. Did you guys enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it?
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nefariousit's always tea time
3 months ago
cold
warm bodies, icy hearts
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nikolauskyrstinCommunity member
5 months ago
The Sniper
As usual, cold and bitter. Just need a constant drink to keep the ice from forming on my lips. I wonder what it takes to get warm around here. Source: eadala https://www.reddit.com/r/WritersOf500Words...
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lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
5 months ago
angel
angel is small and fragile, and she doesn't care.
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
9 days ago
i'm not a crybaby; in the crybaby
the mountain is half-glacier, all trenches raked down the sides of the ice. and it’s raining. or it could be some mad fog, hazy condensation tripping over my eyelashes. i asked for rain, i know, but i...
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
9 days ago
i'm not a crybaby; in the crybaby
the mountain is half-glacier, all trenches raked down the sides of the ice. and it’s raining. or it could be some mad fog, hazy condensation tripping over my eyelashes. i asked for rain, i know, but i...
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