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THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE (HISTORY AND WHAT NOT)
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Gabriel Ishmael Goldman : A Little History Where he stood on the California beach he could see nothing but moving darkness where the clear polished blue waves would be. His feet were buried in the sand, the torn hem of his jeans ratted and wet against his shins. Ish looked like any old beach bum with a la...
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Thoughts of a curious kitten - Alyanna Davis
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Alyanna would sit on her bed pulling out the notebook as she unwrapped the rubber bands from around it. Then digs into her backpack for a pen to start writing in the wore out book. So first day in New Orleans. It wasn't what I was expecting really. But it is what it is. But the hunters seem to have lost me in Ne...
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Spanish Rose - Thoughts sometimes better left unsaid
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May 8th, 2011 12:39am I got to Santa Fe last night. I think my phone has gone into a coma of some sort, Ace finally figured out what I ment when I said I was goin back home for a few days to sort shit out. He's been blowing up my phone for the last few hours. Since I figured i'd be takeing stuff back with me, I mad...
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The French Swordsman - Joseph Bodine
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What's done in the dark(doesn't come to the light) Germany The Philosopher vampire Caroline sent me to another landmark. Here we go again, this time I did not carry my Samurai Blade that I chose to leave behind only cause my Maker suggested that the rapier suited me best. She said I could bring both, but...
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A world of WTF - Theo Black
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Is it wrong that at this age I still have the huge temptation to read my brother's diary? Probably. You'd think I'd grow out of shit like that. You'd think I'd grow out of a lot of things. Shit. Alex moved down here with me a month or two ago. Between the two of us and the earnings from the shop, we've managed...
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The Light and the Glass - Zachary Sullivan
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March 20th, 2011 I don't see how this is going to help. At all. Owen said it'd be good for me to get my thoughts out somehow, even if it was on paper. It was nice of him to suggest something, I guess. Never kept a journal in my life, though. Gue...
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Scribbles - (sketches and idle thoughts)
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i wish i could remember more of the ball i remember dancing trying to dance i remember falling then eyes such intense eyes caspian didnt want me crixus did pictures in my head there has to be more
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Tabula Rasa- A Journal By Nathaniel Roshan
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I never thought that I would get a call like this from New Orleans, but I did. I haven't been there since Anton Capraru left me, abandoned by my sire, to go to Tennessee. Following the beat of his own drummer probably. The phone call consisted of an invitation to return to the "Big Easy" and ope...
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Home Safe - Scribbles from Two
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Within the studio apartment, on top of the desk sat a fairly large binder. Within it, at least six eighty page note books clipped in the three ring binder. Each time Two looked at the folder, lips curled into a sympatheic grin before huffing a drawn out sigh. Long slender digits opened the bind and th...
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A Sparrow in a cage ~ Katerina Keeble's Musings & Journal
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Work was interesting today. We got in a few books that I am going to have to read. I can't help being nervous about this ball though. Owen is taking me. He's so nice and I am so nervous. I have to get my nerves under control and not loose my cool. I don't want to singe this dress. It took me to long to find and it's...
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Some Scribbled Notes - Caspian Pomeroy
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I hate writing in these things. Maire thinks it might be good for me though, I used to keep a journal while I was in New York. Peter read it all the time, not that there was ever any expectation of privacy between us. Not as far as my life was concerned, anyway. Anyway, I figure moving back to my home town and t...
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