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Chapter One 1. Music bounced from wall to wall, its volume blaring over all competing sounds. Random, colourful lights shone and twirled in the darkness, whilst in the centre of ...

The Adept Racru stood in the center of the room as Riveda and Gwymei entered the chamber. The minor priests stood to one side, acolytes, saji, and novices to the ...

Once again, this chapter will be posted in two parts. Oh, and here are some pronunciations: Ceer: s-eer Lira: Lee-ra Zorrac: Zorr-ack I think all the other pronunciations are obvious. ...

The Adept Racru stood in the center of the room as Riveda and Gwymei entered the chamber. The minor priests stood to one side, acolytes, saji, and novices to the ...

Chapter one A boy was looking around his classroom ignoring the lecture about the economy and the law of supply and demand. The classroom had 12 mahogany wood tables. Every ...

*~*~* Knall slowly opened his eyes. It was dark…very dark. He looked around as his eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. He looked down and noticed he was ...

The year is 2483, over the last century humankind has taken to the stars and begun its search of space for a new planet while more and more people began ...

Chapter 1 It is a time when old meets new. When horse meets car, and sword meets gun. History was becoming a forgotten knowledge. Things in the world that are ...

Title: You Are A Dog Author: Terry Bain Genre: Humour This book is incredibly heart-warming and humourous. It's one of those rare ones written in second person, too. Bain manages ...

This could go in Lyrics, but what the hell. A little background on this piece. I was getting tired of all you young'uns choice of music, so I wrote a ...

So this contest is on under campaigns. If you'd like to vote for me you can! If you want to you can, also, read it at Brickfish. Thanks! ---------------------------------------------- Skimming ...

I have to block out thoughts of you. Because all it brings is depression. I walk in the damp sand. Watching the tide come in. My footprint is imprinted into ...

Fueled by: Ramen cups, Dimes in the pocket, A useless psyche degree. Pen on paper, Mouth to mic, Emotions run -Freed. Proverbial: Anthems and swords, Are all I'll ever need. ...

I don't get it, why get it? Why me? Why you? Are you sure about you and I? Are we allowed to be togehter? Are we allowed to roam free? ...

Maybe I'm not clear to myself. Maybe I don't want to be. Am I'm not clear to you? Just tell me the truth maybe I'm not the girl for you ...