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(First attempt at Fantasy. Gulps!) * Full Bloods vs Half Breeds By Jessica Bruce Prologue: The Bloodline Bitten. Changing. Bones breaking and forming a new skeletal frame. I scream out, ...

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Chapter Eleven: The Traitor of Terra “Y-yes.” I say, “Yes, I do have a problem with that.“ Kagami? It can’t be the same Kagami, can it? I mean, how can ...

It was easy to get lost. That was what they had said, and they had been right. With little sense of fear gripping him, only a deep frustration at the ...

The prologue is finally up! w00t! As you might know, I struggle with characterization, so any tips on how to improve on that would be much appreciated! Curdled moonlight writhed ...

This is another idea I've been tossing around about whether to develop or not.. I was pretty tired when I wrote it so I don't think it's that good x_x ...

Man, I don't think I'll be able to keep up the 2 reviews per post deal...I think I'll shoot for 1.5 instead. That I can probably do around school, work, ...

Caution: I was mostly asleep when I wrote this, it might be horrible. I am just trying to get a feel of how I can mold my story. PS. I ...

Ok... so this is like the first half of chapter 1. The revision is taking me forever! I think I am just going to totally rewrite the second half. But ...

Chapter 2: μυστικός (Secret) part 3 I sat up and turned toward Brandon to make sure he wasn’t hurt and to help if I could. I was certified in first-aid, ...

Sarran is the most talented, most gifted, most promising, and most arrogant student the ihari-kar has ever seen. Avain is considerably less talented, singularly ungifted, thoroughly not promising, and

All I ever wanted was to be normal. I wanted to have friends and family who loved me and to be known as Lauren instead of the weird girl who ...

"You can deny anything, if you want to. Reality is merely a matter of perception. If you define reality like that, then you can change your perception and consequently change ...

The cloaked woman hurried through the dark streets, bent protectively over the basket in her arms. A tall man strode swiftly beside her, his own footsteps muffled by the cloth ...

The first two entries in a much longer story Saturday, August 30, 2008 I wonder if it’s possible to feel more nervous than I am right now. I mean, starting ...