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Better Off Dead

Better Off Dead It was a normal Tuesday that I woke up dead. I could just tell when I opened my eyes that it was a different day. The doctors always gave people the warning signs for when they would die, so that there would be no mistake. A lack of warmth in your body, skin became pale, senses weakened and a distinct lack of breathing. Rubbing the sand out of my eyes felt surreal. Every joint popped and cracked on their journey, which was rare to me. Naturally, I just figured it was a rough night's sleep and nothing more, but as I pushed the covers off of myself, I saw how white my body turned overnight. Again, death wasn't the first

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Not So Simple

I’ve always said that, if I could choose, I would die by drowning. It just seems like a peaceful way to go as the air slowly slips out of your lungs. That’s the way it’s described in books, at least. So, I never really understood why my lungs always burned when I kept by breath too long. Strange, but still; the idea is nice, at least. When I met him, it was mere coincidence. Well, I suppose all meetings are. He was sat on a bench and I sat on him, being the absent-minded person I am cursed to be. I still blush as the memory, all the blood rushing to my cheeks as I hurry to apologise and try to stumble away...only to break my h

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Better Off Dead by TK112, literature

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Better Off Dead

Slenderman -2- by EnshroudedVixen, literature

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Slenderman -2-

Slenderman was standing there, peering in.* Or it felt like it. He doesn't really have eyes, but he can see. Everyone except myself started screaming, and the thought of running didn't enter their minds until he opened the door. He was moving slowly and easily, confident. I think he believed he had all of us cornered. Well, by that time, we all booked it; everyone for themselves. I dropped —or purposely abandoned— the camera, and the dream returned to third-person point of view. There was a time-lapse, and the scene before me was a long, pale-white hallway with some doors and no lockers. I recognized this to be the basement pathw

A Tale Worth Knowing by SubjugatedSandwich, literature

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A Tale Worth Knowing

You never really think about your legs your knees, your feet, and your toes as well. But maybe you will when I finish this story so why don't you sit for a spell. I'll tell you a tale of a boy named Tim. He had neither a care or a worry who yelled at his mother while running about the house in a mad sort of hurry. Up the walls and across the sink and over her shoulders he ran while his mother made him his favorite snack of hot pickled beets from a can. He ran all the length of the house at least twice and all without ever slowing and never a thought did he happen to give as to which way his legs would be going. 'Til by divine

The Fat Buddha Smiles At Me by KarlyNoelleAbreu, literature

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The Fat Buddha Smiles At Me

The fat Buddha smiles at me As I sit in the Vietnamese nail salon, I wonder if he realizes that The incense in front of him is electric? And I, paying money to sit And have my feet bathed by a lady, Am bowed to far more often, with Sacrificial poses, and softly spoken words. I wonder what it must be like To be so enlightened that I could be satisfied with plastic. While the lady asks if I prefer The blue or purple polish?

Pause. by Izzki, literature

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Pause.

I wonder what's beyond the clouds. Is there more than the blue sky? What of hopes and dreams? The rain parts the clouds for a while, and I can see futures, wishes, and longings. Little pitters and patters of laughter fall around me, saying "Look up, look up." And I see. I see stars dancing among the falling silver, smiling and crying as they slip in and out of each other's reach. I see the sun kissing the leaves, spreading marmalade onto a world of grey. The moon paints shades of dusk when the sun no longer wants to play. I see the eagle drifting alone, spiraling ever so high, and ever so lonely. Lost his love, and cannot f

Dancing Elephants by Bored-and-Searching, literature

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Dancing Elephants

There was an elephant in the room, and it was distracting James very much from the English assignment he had to finish. It had snuck in a few minutes before, but its heavy clomping had alerted James of its presence. In fact, it was more of a rhythmic shuffle with bouncing of foot to foot and the flailing of its trunk and head than it was a dance. Nonetheless, James found it quite distracting. So he decided to ignore it. Hey, if it wanted to try to bug him by dancing, let it. It would just get bored if he didn't react, and it would probably leave. Besides, he was just getting into the short story Ms. Flarglebargle had assigned; his idea and

Living to die by RebelsRiot, literature

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Living to die

Throw your hands up if you're livin' to die. lost someone close, didn't get to say bye every day's a new fight, and a struggle to live sometimes people want more than you can give The stress is massive, too much to bear you slave away fighting, feels like there's no air can't breathe under stress, but gotta fight for what's fair people fuck you over, some don't even care feels like nothing can help you, not friends nor a prayer sitting there wondering, is god even there? feels like he cant hear you, no one knows your despair but you can't pull the trigger, not on your own head the fight feels like it's not worth it, you're better

Atheism: An essay by RosesArePizza, literature

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Atheism: An essay

I am an atheist. Atheism is not a religion. There is no assigned moral code each atheist has their own personal morals. There are no written texts giving guidelines to life for atheists. Some self-proclaimed atheists might just be lazy and want to escape from the responsibility that comes with believing in a god and feeling guilty for blasphemy committed. In those cases, I would say these people are not atheists, but instead are pathetic human beings who don't like to take responsibility for their actions. Sure, atheists don't believe in the existence of a god or gods, but does this mean that they lack morals because the

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