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I am what I am, a product of free will, bad choices and factors beyond my control. I am neurotic, compulsive and practically boarderline insane. I am an insomniac, a whore, and an annorexic. I am me, a compilation of selfishness and denial. I am a pesimist, a cynical f***, with broken laces, ripped jeans and blonde hair. My stomach sinks in and my favorite breakfast is chocolate milk. I love, well I used to. I loved hard, but with motive. That is my downfall- always a motive. I am always

A young boy growing up in the South during the 60's learns about the lives of the adults around him and the injustice all around him.

John decided he wanted to run a marathon for his 40th birthday, a gift to himself. During his journey he learned there was an even greater gift...

Cheryl Oliphant doesn’t do well in social situations. The fourteen year old girl’s best friend, Nicolena, is a four-foot, South American tree boa and her parents are getting divorced. On the plus side, Cheryl just met Teddy Rasmussen who offered her a sympathetic ear plus an inch-thick slice of apricot, sour cream loaf.

A pigeon notices his flock is thinning out, and decides to find out why.

a pack of wild ogs was wiped out by a bear the only surviver was an oddball lab. when he was attached by a pack of hungery wolves when a 20 year old girl named bo found him and named him moses but she calls him mo. please enjoy and try not to get bored lol (not finished)

My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white

Hazel and Jorani are stranded in the boondocks of Maine with a broken-down car and ton of teenage angst.