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Dear The Book of Lost Things by John Connelly,

Posted by Christine Walden in STORY-002 on
For many years I harbored the secret desire to become a centaur as any young girl might. However, after reading this novel I am now suitably put off the notion for any mention of the word centaur forces me to think of the deranged hunter who shared my desire to become one of the greatest hybrids mythology has ever known. So thank you very much.

         from,

             Viscountess Elvira VinHousser III

P.S. Despite the book tainting my centaur dreams, I found it to be just wonderful.




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Tattoo

Posted by Perry Woods in STORY-002 on
​I am currently sporting a tattoo on my wrist....It is henna though. I know how to use the traditional Indian henna paste but I decided to give myself something small for fun. I know how to do some of the bigger pieces of henna art though and have given others tattoos with it.
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I Knew You Were The One

Posted by Deja Scarborough in STORY-002 on
It was my last class of the day but it seemed like it was going by slowly. So to make it go faster I decided that taking a little nap might help(not really bur it sounds better this way). I took my nap and when I woke up it felt like I was sleep for what seemed like three hours but it was only an half hour. After leaving the classroom I called my mom to see if our plans for later were still on. She told me they were but I wasn't so sure. You see my mom has a tendency to tell me were going to do something, but then something always gets in the way, But this time it was different. She sounded just as excited at I was when she told me we were still going but I had to be home at 3:30 pm. They left me with a couple of hours to waste time and do whatever.
So after school I chilled with Darnell which is nothing new. This is something we do every Wednesday especially if we have nothing to do at all. So we chilled wasted time by being our little silly selves. Then we went down to his job because today was his payday. And while we were there we figured that we mine as well get something to eat, so we did. I just felt so hungry. The food helped curve the hunger. Then it began to rain really hard we knew it was time to go our separate ways and head home. 
I got home around 3:28pm. I thought my mom was already going to be there, but she wasn't. So I sat downstairs on the couch waiting for her. I figured that she wouldn't be that far away. Before I knew it I was dozed off and then my phone began to vibrate. At this time it was a little after 4. It was my mom. She asked me where was I and I told her in the house. She said ok she is on her way. I thought to myself she should of been here but hey this is suppose to be a good day. I dozed off again, then I hear my phone vibrating. It was my mom again telling me she was outside. I quickly get up and walk outside. I jumped in the car and asked her where were we going. She told me to Lord and Taylor. I was confused for a moment and she could tell, "just trust me", she said. I sat back and just went along for the ride.
We got inside and we couldn't see where the dresses were. So my mom asked a lady that worked there. I thought to myself and asked why would they have an old lady doing this type of work. I guess the old need money just like the young. We went to the back where the dresses were and from what I saw I quickly became discouraged. I didn't even want to look anymore. My mom suggested we try dresses on to see what color I needed. So we did that. It was this one dress i thought the colors looked really nice on me, but it was too big. It just didn't fit me right. Next I tried on this pink dress to see how that color looked but my mom stopped me before I could even look in the mirror. She didn't like it. I never believed when people said third time is the charm but I became a believer today. The third dress I tried on made me so happy. I couldn't stop looking in the mirror. And I got so many compliments on it. I knew this was the one. it just felt so right. There was just one thing It needed to be altered because it was too big for me in the waist. Good thing they did that there.
I couldn't believe it I found my prom dress and it only took two and a half hours. I guess you just know when something it the right thing for you. And I found my perfect dress.
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I Knew You Were The One (cont)

Posted by Deja Scarborough in STORY-002 on
 a moment and she could tell, "just trust me", she said. I sat back and just went along for the ride.
We got inside and we couldn't see where the dresses were. So my mom asked a lady that worked there. I thought to myself and asked why would they have an old lady doing this type of work. I guess the old need money just like the young. We went to the back where the dresses were and from what I saw I quickly became discouraged. I didn't even want to look anymore. My mom suggested we try dresses on to see what color I needed. So we did that. It was this one dress i thought the colors looked really nice on me, but it was too big. It just didn't fit me right. Next I tried on this pink dress to see how that color looked but my mom stopped me before I could even look in the mirror. She didn't like it. I never believed when people said third time is the charm but I became a believer today. The third dress I tried on made me so happy. I couldn't stop looking in the mirror. And I got so many compliments on it. I knew this was the one. it just felt so right. There was just one thing It needed to be altered because it was too big for me in the waist. Good thing they did that there.
I couldn't believe it I found my prom dress and it only took two and a half hours. I guess you just know when something it the right thing for you. And I found my perfect dress.
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Time in Dc

Posted by Oscar Holton in STORY-002 on
My father planned a trip to take my brothers and I to Washington dc to see my two sisters, step mom, brother in law, niece and a newly born nephew I didn't know I had.
We had fun. I seen a comedian side of my father I never seen before. Hanging with my family, they all spoke with a heavy Jamaican accent, but I could understand everyone. The confusing part was that I couldn't speak it, and when I talked they sometimes couldn't understand me.

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342 words

Posted by Amber Housley in STORY-002 on
I am in the process of composing an essay for a scholarship that is due Sunday. Three hundred and forty two words comprise the document in which I am writing. Those words do not form any of the five paragraphs that will signify the fulfillment of this essay. I am having a difficult time with the topic and it's about time to ask for some assistance. On the other hand, I have completed a few of the other, smaller assignments that are required. There is always one--or a few--things that I disregard until almost late. This essay will be written though; I've already requested recommendations.
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Cabin fever

Posted by Taylor Valentine in STORY-002 on
"Taylor, I don't think I could handle a maximum security prison."

"Well, I don't think you're supposed to like it."

"But you don't understand.  Right now, I couldn't even handle a timeout!"
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Story

Posted by James Seward in STORY-002 on
The Moral of the Story...

One day at the end of class little Billy's teacher has the class go home and think of a story and then conclude the moral of that story....

The next day Billy tells his story....

"My dad fought in the Vietnam war, his plane was shot down over enemy territory. He jumped out before it crashed with only a case of beer, a machine gun and a machete. On the way down he drank the case of beer. Unfortunately he landed right in the middle of 100 Vietnamese soldiers. He shot 70 with his machine gun, but ran out of bullets, so he pulled out his machete and killed 20 more, but the blade on his machete broke, so he killed the last ten with his bare hands"

Teacher looks in shock at Billy and asks if there is possibly any moral to his story....Billy replies, "Yeah... don't mess with my dad when he's been drinking
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