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Ben Cass Sep 16
"It's not your fault you fell in love with me," her husband said. "You had no chance against all this charm." "Mm. Is that what you call it?" she asked, wrapping her arms around her neck. "I always thought it was pity," her mother-in-law said from the kitchen.
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Free Writing Events Sep 15
🖤 FAULT 🖤 VIBRATION 🖤 HEART 🖤 LITTLE 🖤 [YA] GASP 🖤 WHERE DO YOU STALL OUT IN A BOOK? 🖤 [any erotica] Check hosts:
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Chelle de Notte Sep 16
While Charlie maintained that he should have told them where he was working, a still, small voice told them the rift was partially their fault. They’d taken another dose of sedatives to shut it up and forget.
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Ellen Grace Sep 15
They called their relationship SanFran: Sandra and Frankie. But also because it was built on a massive fault line and everyone knew a large enough quake would destroy it completely.
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FLASH FICTION CHILLS Sep 16
I knew meeting you and wanting you That i was standing on a known fault line A crack waiting to split Open To tremble violently And pull me inside of it A hole created by several earthquakes that many tried to fill before i did
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Amanda Kestrel Sep 15
Join me & Monday, September 16th for ! Optional Theme: Fault
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Christopher Slagle Sep 16
Despite their past disagreements & misunderstandings, he'd never doubted her commitment to traveling with him, to helping him in his search. This time, the look in her eyes haunted him, sparking a very real concern that he might lose her companionship of his own fault.
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Steve Currence Sep 16
Argument. My fault. Her fault. After awhile, who even remembers? Just making noise, is all. A respite. We reconcile. We laugh it off. Her laugh is music. That I'll always remember.
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DK Marie❣️ Sep 16
Do you hear it? The sharp cry That vibration And crack Along the fault-line Of my heart I hope you heard it You caused it
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Cecily Winter: sailing on the wind awhile Sep 16
The fault in our stars becomes euphoric reality when it vibrates the heavens into motes of ageless what-was, sweet showers of perfumed knowledge & untrammeled hearts. How deep our faith in that moment before we too enter the cosmic dance
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Cynthia Sierra Jul 11
The SUN On high O’er Summer REIGNS In a Cloudless SKY And within The FIERY Flames Of JULY The birth Of a PHOENIX Born To FLY 67 311
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author JC Miller Sep 16
"He continues, examining every inch of her body as though a doctor. Rahab feels slightly uneasy under his scrutiny.  He notices everything yet finds no faults in her."
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Amber Laura Sep 16
“Look,” Holding up her hand, Cat cleared her throat. “I get it. This part of your life is off-limits now, right?” Shrugging one shoulder, she dropped her eyes. “Probably, that’s my fault.” Matt winced. “Cat…”
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Shara Godwinson Sep 15
None of this shit was my fault. At least that's what I told myself as I got in the car. I'd married someone I didn't love. For what exactly? To bring him to justice. I couldn't prove he'd murdered James, but I would damn sure bring him down for all the other shit.
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Cecily Winter: sailing on the wind awhile Aug 12
A curiously woven willow basket is the sum of her history. On a high shelf, it's never dusted tho it cradles sea-glass & shells; feathers once vivid; & the residue of turquoise & loveknots. A sensory eternity of what's past, it smells of nothing now, of loss.
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Jamie Routley Aug 12
My happily ever after my fairy-tale, my getting lost within your sunset my beginning, my once upon a time trying to see.. from every angle if within you, lies my destiny love eternal.. falling for you, a love..profound losing myself, within your ..eternity..
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susan dalessandro 🎃 Sep 16
“I didn’t mean to be so rude before break. You know, in the library.” He smiles. “No worries, it was my fault. I should’ve minded my own business.” His gaze lingers, stirring something in me. Something I’m not going to be able to let go for the next hour of class.
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Emily Ansell Sep 16
We sat in silence in the dark for a few moments until he finally looked over at me, “I’m sorry. “What for? It’s not your fault.”
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stem Sep 17
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mrssexy Sep 16
"Nick and I meet at the bar and laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Nick apologizes for Max. It's not Nick's fault that Max is such a fuck up. He always feels bad when Max fucks up. Unfortunately, it happens way too often."
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