The Old Violin

There that old dusty relic sat- neglected, battered, and ancient. In its better days, that violin might have been used as by a philharmonic society or string quartet but in the home of Thomas and Margaet Chamberlin, the old collection of strings and...

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When I see you Once more...

There's an ocean, Underneath me, And a thought that Can defeat me, O, I'll cry, When I see you Once more... There's a name, I'm so ashamed, I can't make it, I'm to blame. O, I'll cry When I see you Once more... ...

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Acheron Part 2

The radio demon wages a finger at her "young lass, true he may have already done such action, but he isn't dead yet and redemption may still be possible." looking purely amused.

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My Dad Is Dead

He was on a mission of redemption. i was not going to be a victim. though not scared any more i was still uncomfortable, yet i accepted him. i was going to be adopted by my dad again.

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Evokation / Book III: The Tower / Part 2

The Drakkaren frowned as he realized there were two keycard readers, and he glanced down at Lone, saying quietly: "Go check that other body, will you? There should be another keycard." Lone nodded, not arguing: it seemed like Mahihko's obvious gloom...

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Dr. Whooves: Chapter 2 : Town of the grey

Whooves: the redemption of equestria the doctor meets two young alicorn sisters who need his help to fulfill their destinies. doctor whooves: chapter 2 " equestria..." the doctor spoke to himself, stepping out of the tardis yet again.

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Corwin Hall, Chapter 14

Corwin Hall, Chapter 14 Todd stirred on the crib, pushing the sheets off of himself in his sleep. He didn't wake Lisa, who was curled against him, but she rolled over onto her other side and faced the bars. His breathing quickened, and he began...

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Martina Gambordella

Many years have passed since I met her- Melissa Gambordella, the young vixen in my 5th-grade class who sat in the seat next to me, the daughter of impoverished Italian immigrants. I can remember her- her Coke-bottle thick lenses in her glasses, and her...

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Owning My Humanity -- Anger

An innocent and wronged person who was twisted and transformed by cruelty, into a monster... someone with a vague chance at redemption, that i keep clawing for. i hope i find it before i hurt someone.

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My dad is dead (revised)

Was i his redemption? did i really care about him or was my relation to him just selfishness? i wonder if it is supposed to feel like in normal families. my dad was an alley cat. he never made it big in life though he was smart.

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