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She sighed as she sat down to the computer. To say today had been a long day was an understatement. Logging into the network, she noticed as the IM produced several messages. A few spam messages; Flammers of course plaged her. Janice was a contrvertial writer and was either hated or loved by all who read her work. The open windows allowed a chilling breeze through the house, making Janice shiver as it hit her warm skin. Her head snaped to the window as she felt eyes upon her. The black window was nothing more than black, empty, emotionless, just like her.
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Although she knew what it was like living on the streets in the bustle of Toronto, she never got used to the night. The...
Although she knew what it was like living on the streets in the bustle of Toronto, she never got used to the night. The thought of not being able to see what was around the corner made her edgy and nervious; almost like someone was stalking her.
"Oh Janice, your going crazy" she reassured herself as she made her way to the table. It would be the last thing she did. * * * The cold spring morning greeted Micheal with a bright clear sky and a wam sun. April was his favourite month ever since he got together wth his new girlfriend. |
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Closing the window, she went to her room to grab her sweater before putting the kettle on for tea. She grabbed the draft...
Closing the window, she went to her room to grab her sweater before putting the kettle on for tea. She grabbed the draft she was currently working on and grabbed the extra paper she knew she'd need. Placing it all on the kitchen table before heading to the counter to shut off the kettle as it started to boil.
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