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Writers Dot Com-Chap8The EndWriters Dot Com-Chap8
Phiona and Gabriel attended Johnny's funeral. So it was finally over. There wouldn't be any more trouble for the two of them. Phiona kept wondering what exactly it was that killed Adam and the others. Hariette, Johnny, Adam; they didn't deserve what came to them. Phiona left the funeral with her head lowered. Gabriel was by her side as they walked back to the black car in which they came to the funeral in. Their mode of transportation matched the dark mood that had settled over the cemetry.
Cooper sat at his laptop, watching the loading bar move across the screen. His emerald green eyes stared blankly. A slig
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Writers Dot Com-Chap7Final ChaptersWriters Dot Com-Chap7
The taste of plastic finally disgusted him. Johnny had chewed the pen to no return. The taste of copper filled his mouth, and he instantly knew that the ink cartridge had burst. He swore, throwing the pen into the trash before he stood and walked to the bathroom. He spat several times before the water was turned on for him to wash his mouth out. The phone in the other room began to ring; Johnny didn't hear it.
Papers lay across the floor. The same ink which had spilled into Johnny's mouth flowed over those pages. The ink formed words, and the words formed chapters. He was working on his last one. Johnn
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Writers Dot Com-Chap625 KilosWriters Dot Com-Chap6
Gabriel had been put into ICU a few days after he was taken to the hospital by Johnny and Phiona. Who would have thought that the next person would be Gabriel? No news came from the book store owner. Phiona had tried calling Adam all day. There was no response to his cell phone, nor his home phone. Somehow she felt that it was all his fault. It was he who gave them the free passes to become members of the web site. And it had to be him who could get them out of this.
Phiona was staying at the hospital with Gabriel. She was updated every other hour or two on his condition. Whenever things got better or worse,
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Sweet sounds of music
Fill the air like perfume,
Yet not strong enough to silence
All the sounds of the night.
Love The Beatles!
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I touched my inner child, does that make me bad person?
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Sometimes the love we want is the love that's wrong for us.
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