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Sample of Running 5 I sat in the small wooden chair in the police station, looking down at the cold floor under my feet. I was sitting here for the last few minutes, and I felt terrible. My heart was pounding heavily and it felt as if it was burning and being pulled in four different directions. My face was no longer bleeding, but I still felt pain in my face and my chest. It was a powerful, killing feeling. I should never let my emotions take over me. Now I was paying for it.Sample of Running 5
As I pouted and stared towards the floor, a feeling of relief warmed me. I was only 15 years old; there was n


The CrossroadsMy eyes were open with intrigue when I approached the crossroads. Three directions, only one choice. Three paths to unlimited possibilities. But only one held my destiny while the others naught.The Crossroads
I gazed down the three paths, and they seemed totally clear. One of these three directions was where I'd be. But first I had to make sure I knew what I had in store for me. One wrong move and I could end up in a pit of torment.
The three paths were even for one. They each were about two yards wide. They also had the same name for themselves. The paths were not called anyth
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Waiting for a Light Loneliness. That was life. There wasn't much else aside from it. The only other things out there were misery and death. So, he sat alone. Breathed alone. Lived, no, existed alone. There was no light. There was no warmth. When his fingers would brush a flower, it would shrivel and die. When snow touched his skin, it felt warm. His insides were hollow. All the rage that had once consumed him was long gone, carried away by a gale from a million and more years past. Souls that had once tortured his own, souls that had once cried with such agony in their hearts that he had become broken, souls that hWaiting for a Light
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"People and water may seem different in every possible way, but there is one crucial similarity. Water and people can change, for the better or worse. And besides, we're made mostly of water." - Either I made it or Unknown
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"People and water may seem different in every possible way, but there is one crucial similarity. Water and people can change, for the better or worse. And besides, we're made mostly of water." - Either I made it or Unknown
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