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| Hand cramping and his candle growing dim, Johannes dreamed of a better way. Looking around his shop, he began to tinker with tools. His dreamed that night turned into years of hard work. In the end, though, he would spread knowledge to the world, one printed book at a time. |
| #339 - 0 Comment, 2012-01-18 by: JG - Mainz, Germany |
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| THIS IS A DESCTRUCTION OF DEMAGOGUE TO MY PRIVACY conrgress wants to pass a law saying that i cant look on wikipedia and if that happens we'll all die and santa doesnt exist. I will punch congress in the throat and drop kick condoliza rice in the nards. edog out. |
| #338 - 0 Comment, 2012-01-18 by: swagster - swag |
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| "I swear to god Jimmy, if you're late one more time, you're FIRED!" "...It...wont happen again, promise. Tonight I'll set my alarm ten minutes early." -beeeeeeeeepbeeeeeeepbeeeeeeep- "....zzzzZzzZzzZzz." Shoot! Jim hopped in his car speeding. "Huh? Nobody's in the lot?" Laughing, he sparked up a cigarette..."thank God for daylight savings time." |
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| The sun was shining. The day was new. How would I spend it?, I wondered. What could I do to make a difference? Thus came another day of contemplation. I hoped I would have the courage to take action for I knew action was what this world needed most today. |
| #336 - 0 Comment, 2011-11-30 by: Darcy - Portland, OR |
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| Eugene struggled with his father's impending death. "You should do something… productive. It'll help you cope," his wife suggested. So he set out with a saw, plane, and chisel. Every day. For months. When he finished, he felt strangely at ease. They ended up burying his father in that coffin. |
| #335 - 0 Comment, 2011-11-30 by: Dodd Caldwell - |
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| One day, a normal man started writing stories about his normal life experiences. He did this for quite sometime. He felt like life was becoming stagnant. He went back and read the stories he had written. He fell upon the greatest autobiography ever written and it was of his own. |
| #334 - 0 Comment, 2011-11-29 by: Ken - A Place Called Home |
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| It looks like they’re in love but only on camera. Constant fighting, tears, and polluted feelings leave their romance at a loss. If they were to let go, sadness would conquer all. Holding on just hurts them both, and smiling and faking get them nowhere. When will they let go? |
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| The young boy has been waiting 365 days for the arrival of his birthday. Once a year, the streamers are hung and the his favorite cupcakes are made in abundance. The boy picks up his special birthday peanut butter, chocolate cupcake, takes a bite, and he collapses on the floor,trembling. |
| #331 - 0 Comment, 2011-11-16 by: lovehates - |
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| I opened my eyes and I wasn't in my room. Actually, I wasn't even on land. Before I could take a breath of astonishment, I remembered how humans can't breathe underwater. I ran out of air and expected to die when I looked down and saw my very own tail. |
| #330 - 0 Comment, 2011-11-13 by: KFstar - |
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| Something bright lit up the night sky. Its bursting, firey being shone through my bedroom window as I was falling asleep. My thin, paper-like curtains couldn't mask its blazing light. I was tempted to make a wish but the shouts of "FIRE!" interrupted my thinking. You can't wish on fire. |
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