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Short Story 1: The pestered Girl.

Short Story 1: The pestered Girl.

Through the day, through the night

The storms break away, steadfast with blight

Came along the ray, for the girl in sight

Ever since that day, many have chosen her light.

Though it was a peaceful time, she was scoffed

Laughed by many, she huffed

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For she looked deep into the lie, she thought

I can't take any, she had enough.

She flammed the world, no bothers

She stood her word, she thought

Then her hand shooked, she mutters

I cursed the world, she snot.

The curse of rage spread like flames

Then she cried, like tears of many names

She stood back in fear like the Great Danes

For she knew, she was called an accursed fame.