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user121
His mother had always taught him
His mother had always taught him not to ever think of himself as better than others. He'd tried to live by this motto. He never looked down on those who were less fortunate or who had less money than him. But the stupidity of the group of people he was talking to made him change his mind.
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user16
Dave watched as the forest burned up on the hill.
Dave watched as the forest burned up on the hill, only a few miles from her house. The car had been hastily packed and Marta was inside trying to round up the last of the pets. Dave went through his mental list of the most important papers and documents that they couldn't leave behind. He scolded himself for not having prepared these better in advance and hoped that he had remembered everything that was needed. He continued to wait for Marta to appear with the pets, but she still was nowhere to be seen.
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user82
There are different types of secrets.
There are different types of secrets. She had held onto plenty of them during her life, but this one was different. She found herself holding onto the worst type. It was the type of secret that could gnaw away at your insides if you didn't tell someone about it, but it could end up getting you killed if you did.
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user144
They rushed out the door.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they might need. There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren't leaving something important behind. Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off. Thirty minutes later they were safe and that was when it dawned on them that they had forgotten the most important thing of all.
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user43
It wasn't quite yet time to panic.
It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation. At least that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to panic and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude himself into believing there was.
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user1
The trees, therefore, must be such old
The trees, therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought nothing of them, deeming them so inconsequential that even savages like us would know of them and not be suspicious. At that, they probably didn't have too much time after they detected us orbiting and intending to land. And if that were true, there could be only one place where their civilization was hidden.
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user97
She had a terrible habit o comparing her life to others
She had a terrible habit o comparing her life to others. She realized that their life experiences were completely different than her own and that she saw only what they wanted her to see, but that didn't matter. She still compared herself and yearned for what she thought they had and she didn't.
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user183
She has seen this scene before.
She has seen this scene before. It had come to her in dreams many times before. She had to pinch herself to make sure it wasn't a dream again. As her fingers squeezed against her arm, she felt the pain. It was this pain that immediately woke her up.
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user148
It went through such rapid contortions
It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change his hold on it so many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for the life of him, tell whether he held the sheep right side up, or upside down. But that point was decided for him a moment later by the animal itself, who, with a sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave a grunt of anger and disgust.
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user98
Debbie had taken George for granted
Debbie had taken George for granted for more than fifteen years now. He wasn't sure what exactly had made him choose this time and place to address the issue, but he decided that now was the time. He looked straight into her eyes and just as she was about to speak, turned away and walked out the door.
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user150
There was no time.
There was no time. He ran out of the door without half the stuff he needed for work, but it didn't matter. He was late and if he didn't make this meeting on time, someone's life may be in danger.
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user181
Have you ever wondered about toes?
Why 10 toes and not 12. Why are some bigger than others? Some people can use their toes to pick up things while others can barely move them on command. Some toes are nice to look at while others are definitely not something you want to look at. Toes can be stubbed and make us scream. Toes help us balance and walk. 10 toes are just something to ponder.
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user140
His parents continued to question him.
He didn't know what to say to them since they refused to believe the truth. He explained again and again, and they dismissed his explanation as a figment of his imagination. There was no way that grandpa, who had been dead for five years, could have told him where the treasure had been hidden. Of course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with laughter in the chair next to him as he tried to explain once again how he'd found it.
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user191
The house was located at the top of the hill
The house was located at the top of the hill at the end of a winding road. It wasn't obvious that the house was there, but everyone in town knew that it existed. They were just all too afraid to ever go and see it in person.
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user89
She looked at her student wondering if she could ever get through.
She looked at her student wondering if she could ever get through. "You need to learn to think for yourself," she wanted to tell him. "Your friends are holding you back and bringing you down." But she didn't because she knew his friends were all that he had and even if that meant a life of misery, he would never give them up.
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user204
He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away.
He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away. His heart started racing and he bolted into a full sprint. "It wasn't a gunshot, it wasn't a gunshot," he repeated under his breathlessness as he continued to sprint.
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user173
Welcome to my world.
You will be greeted by the unexpected here and your mind will be challenged and expanded in ways that you never thought possible. That is if you are able to survive...
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user70
She sat down with her notebook in her hand
She sat down with her notebook in her hand, her mind wandering to faraway places. She paused and considered all that had happened. It hadn't gone as expected. When the day began she thought it was going to be a bad one, but as she sat recalling the day's events to write them down, she had to admit, it had been a rather marvelous day.
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user101
Sometimes there isn't a good answer.
Sometimes there isn't a good answer. No matter how you try to rationalize the outcome, it doesn't make sense. And instead of an answer, you are simply left with a question. Why?
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user112
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined he'd find himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front of him.
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user45
It was a simple tip of the hat
Grace didn't think that anyone else besides her had even noticed it. It wasn't anything that the average person would notice, let alone remember at the end of the day.
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user84
Are you getting my texts???
"Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him. He glanced at it and chuckled under his breath. Of course he was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them, how would he ever be able to answer? He put the phone down and continued on his project. He was ignoring her texts and he planned to continue to do so.
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user51
There were little things that she simply could not stand.
There were little things that she simply could not stand. The sound of someone tapping their nails on the table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another human imposing themselves into her space. She couldn't stand any of these things, but none of them compared to the number one thing she couldn't stand which topped all of them combined.
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user150
Gentlemen of the free-and-easy sort
plume themselves on being acquainted with a move or two, and being usually equal to the time-of-day, express the wide range of their capacity for adventure by observing that they are good for anything from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter;
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user113
So what is the answer? How can you stand
From the moment you go to prison you must put your cozy past firmly behind you. At the very threshold, you must say to yourself: “My life is over, a little early to be sure, but there's nothing to be done about it. I shall never return to freedom.
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user131
But Art is a punitive sentence, not a
birthright, & there is nothing in my early life that suggests artistic aptitude or even interest, my pastimes & fascinations nearly all being what may - & were - deemed the merely villainous.
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user23
How vulgar, this hankering after
mortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner.
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user32
The ship rolls and her timbers creak like
Men of commerce, sir…' Nash counts out laudanum drops into the pewter beaker '… for the most part, had their consciences cut out at birth. Better an honest drowning than slow death by hypocrisy,
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user72
In the days to follow the hacendado would
come up to the corral where they'd shaped the manada and he and John Grady would walk among the mares and John Grady would argue their points and the hacendado would muse and walk away a fixed distance.
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user62
Then, perhaps overcome with nostalgia for
happier times, he gave me a good kicking. Afterwards I assured him he had all the attributes necessary for a successful artistic career, through unfortunately my mouth was too swollen to list them for Pobjoy's benefit: mediocrity;
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user13
It was but a hurried parting in a common
street, yet it was a sacred remembrance to these two common people. Utilitarian economists, skeletons of schoolmasters, Commissioners of Fact,
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user105
When a woman withdraws to give birth the
sun may be shining but the shutters of her room are closed so she can make her own weather. She is kept in the dark so she can dream. Her dreams drift her far away,
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user7
Revolution and youth are closely allied.
can a revolution promise to adults? To some it brings disgrace, to others favor. But even that favor is questionable,
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user31
The point was we took this shit very
seriously. They had taken away our flowers, our summer days, and our bonuses, we were on a wage freeze and a hiring freeze, and people were flying out the door like so many dismantled dummies.
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user116
He thought of the cost exacted
He thought of the cost exacted, year after year, by the soil; and it remained as it had been—a little more barren, perhaps, a little more frugal of increase. Nothing had changed. Their lives had been expended in cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed.
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user59
He once thought it himself, that he might die
He once thought it himself, that he might die with grief: for his wife, his daughters, his sisters, his father and master the cardinal. But pulse, obdurate, keeps its rhythm. You think you cannot keep breathing, but your ribcage has other ideas, rising and falling, emitting sighs.˝
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user126
On foot, from necessity or in deference
On foot, from necessity or in deference to his dismounted commander or associates, his conduct was the same. He would stand like a rock in the open when officers and men alike had taken to cover;
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user34
Everything failed to subdue me
Everything failed to subdue me. Soon everything seemed dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, failing love, war, the discoveries people made about each other.
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user104
In the hospital men's room
In the hospital men's room, as I'm washing my hands, I glance in the mirror. The man I see is not so much me as my father. When did he show up? There is no soap; I rub hand sanitizer into my face-it burns. I nearly drown myself in the sink trying to rinse it off.
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user189
Christ, he thinks, by my age I ought to know
You don't get on by being original. You don't get on by being bright. You don't get on by being strong. You get on by being a subtle crook;
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user126
They look so fine, and young
They look so fine, and young, and wrapped up in each other. Love is so fresh and clean at that age. Don't you think?
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user57
He gazed at the old photographs
Memories of a bygone era, each picture telling a story of love, loss, and life. They were his treasures, his link to the past. The sepia tones and worn edges spoke of days long gone, of moments frozen in time that still held so much emotion and significance.
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user32
The lighthouse stood tall on the rocky shore
Its beam of light cutting through the thick fog, guiding ships safely to harbor. The lighthouse was a symbol of hope and safety, its solitary presence a beacon for sailors navigating treacherous waters. Its history was etched into the weathered stones, a testament to its enduring purpose.
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user26
She wandered through the ancient ruins
The remnants of a civilization long gone. Each stone, each archway told a story of a bygone era, of people who lived, loved, and dreamed. The air was thick with history, and she felt a deep connection to the past as she explored the crumbling walls.
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user133
The old bridge spanned the wide river
A marvel of engineering from a bygone era. It connected two worlds, carrying the weight of countless journeys and stories. As he walked across, he felt the bridge's history beneath his feet, a silent witness to the passage of time.
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user110
The abandoned mansion loomed on the hill
Its once-grand facade now crumbling and overgrown with ivy. It was a place of mystery and melancholy, a relic of a past age. Inside, dust-covered furniture and faded portraits hinted at stories long forgotten, waiting to be discovered.
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user80
The city's historic district was a blend of old and new
Cobblestone streets and centuries-old buildings stood alongside modern cafes and boutiques. It was a place where history met contemporary life, creating a unique and vibrant atmosphere. Every corner had a story to tell, a piece of the past woven into the present.
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user83
The old theater was a relic of a glamorous past
Its ornate decorations and grand stage spoke of a time when it was the heart of the city's cultural scene. Even in its faded glory, it retained a charm that drew visitors in, sparking imaginations and whispering tales of performances long past.
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user145
The ancient castle stood atop the hill
Its towering walls and turrets a testament to a rich history. Ivy crept up its stone facade, and inside, the halls echoed with the footsteps of those long gone. Each room held artifacts and stories, making it a living museum of the past.
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user83
The old lighthouse
Had stood for centuries, its light guiding sailors safely to shore. Perched on a rocky cliff, it faced the relentless waves with steadfast determination. Inside, the spiral staircase led to a room with a panoramic view of the ocean, a reminder of the lighthouse's vital role.
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user130
The ancient ruins whispered tales of the past
Stone columns stood like silent sentinels, their weathered surfaces bearing the scars of time. In the midst of the ruins, a lone statue remained, its features worn but still dignified. It was a place where history came alive, where the echoes of ancient civilizations lingered in the air.
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user120
The old windmill stood as a symbol of bygone days
Its weathered sails creaked and groaned in the wind, a reminder of a time when such structures dotted the countryside. Inside, the machinery lay dormant, its purpose long forgotten. Yet the windmill remained a beloved landmark, a link to the past in an ever-changing world.
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user170
The ancient aqueducts stood as a testament to engineering prowess
Stretching across the landscape, the aqueducts carried water from distant sources to the bustling cities of old. Their arches soared high above the ground, a marvel of Roman ingenuity and craftsmanship. Even in ruins, they remained a symbol of civilization's triumph over nature.
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user7
The historic castle loomed over the town below
Its stone walls and imposing towers a reminder of a bygone era. Inside, tapestries lined the walls, and suits of armor stood sentinel in the grand hall. From the ramparts, one could see for miles in every direction, a view that spoke of centuries of power and prestige.
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user172
The historic town square was a living museum
Surrounded by centuries-old buildings, the square bore witness to generations of history. A statue of a local hero stood at its center, immortalized in bronze. Cafes and shops lined the cobblestone streets, each one a testament to the enduring spirit of the town.
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user58
The ancient ruins were a window into the past
Stone pillars stood in silent testimony to the glory of civilizations long gone. Crumbling walls bore the scars of battles fought and empires risen and fallen. It was a place where history whispered its secrets to those who dared to listen.
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