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  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    The days that followed in Coilin’s absence were pregnant with a new sense of dread. The majority of Donegal’s residents had boarded the ship The Queen’s Lily, alone with my dear brother on the docks somewhere… I heard from my tiresome neighbor, Siobhan that the Campbells had begun to evict ...
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    Lately in the last few months after the Newtown shooting in Connecticut, politicians and school districts around the country have been scrambling for a solution to prevent further massacres at schools and to prevent yet another loss of student lives. Both the GOP and liberals unanimously recognize t...
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    We are all fierce fighters down to the bone as long as I could remember. Especially me—being named after the mighty Finn Macool which was the plan, so you can certainly imagine my family’s shock on the account of my being a girl. Pa didn’t care, and was bursting with pride, with his rich golde...
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    Perhaps the fact alone that I knew the majority of the people I saw at the dinner parties would never see the light of day again. Or where I precisely stood would soon be floundering at the bottom of the Atlantic, but all I saw in front of me, was his dark Victorian complexion, his violin resting co...
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    a politicians keen eye and an over exhausted face fighting always fighting you're battling a long war that's just begun passionate speaking of your cause enthusiasm infectious a true stance of an experniced campaigner always focused solely determined in achieving sees to challen...
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    #1 After the Arena I didn't want to part from her. It was Beetee's idea. although it was unmistakably brilliant, but reckless. So many things could go wrong, with the wire, or Enobaira, Brutus, and Chaff would get to us first. She wanted the alliance to END, too, always watching our ba...
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    You can’t honestly say, you’ve never been bullied, physically, or verbally, in your lifetime so far; Someone has put you down at some time at some point and it hurts. Words do hurt, we’ve seen countless teens committing suicide, which has now been renamed ‘bully-cide’, in the last few pa...
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    he hunted in the woods, under the punishment of death to feed his starving family and others around him he detested the oppressive rules regulated by the Capitol, and didn't let them stop him from speaking his mind, he's a fighter, down to the bone, and didn't let the peacekeep...
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    There he is in the shadows again his body tense with an animal instinct, i strive to comprehend his eyes...hazel but sharp with a hunger only the larks can fully describe his hair dark and wavy, but curled with the humidity of the midday sun that face, piercing and chiseled with an unique fe...
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    There are some people in this world who despise the art of music who cling to a shady version of life but for me there is no life without music It's how I breathe the rhythm of my inhaling the beat of my song the notes on my lips as we all try to sing along that gorgeous melody that ...
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    underground lost in mindless oblivion waiting to be awakened from my own personal hell looking for a spark to ignite my shell of my wintry desolation a burst of light awakes my senses washing me in hope brightening my life as I walk into the sunlight feeling life buzz under my fingerti...
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    delving into the mist of the recent rain I feel lost into this hopeless mindless world Heartsick of a music I can't find but can only hear yearning to play but unable to see hoping you don't seep into my misery Hoping the ember of a vivacious hope hasn't gone out and...
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    I slide the lock on my phone frantically, pausing quickly to look behind me, my thumb quivering uncontrollably as i managed to scroll through my contacts. I still have time! I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna- Who should I even call? The police? would they even believe me? Creeeeaaakk... &qu...
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    I keep thinking about the other stories of life stories that aren't as everyone perceives of them How the society of today is so disgustingly ignorant of anything different it sickens time and time again How society's screwed up minds work I keep thinking how could a pers...
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    I can't read your expression I can't read your face I try to look into your eyes and see what emotion I can place I can't tell what you're thinking when you look into my eyes I feel like that creepy vampire Edward Cullen in disguise I don't wanna feel like some creep...
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    Some people say just like Jessie J they will never write a song about love only ending up with a beautiful classic love song "that fits me like a glove." Other musicians say they'll never like that type of music that way only to discover that type of music brings out a new ty...
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    The absolute place I'd love to be would be LOST in the forest of a symphony I run through the beat the rhythm on my feet stop and look at the sky and hear nothing but the beat feel the tempo pulsing through lose myself in as the dynamics grew... over the fields of the glorious melod...

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