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Pokémon: The Story of SlashAuthor's Note: Okay, so when I wrote the first version of this story I was, like, twelve or something, so that’s definitely not what you’re reading ...

Her eyes twinkle like precious stones. She giggles, cooing. Her laughter floats in the air. Her smile, so bright and happy, makes my heart feel warm. She grasps my finger, ...

Henrietta blinked. She shook her head incredulously. "Gloria, I - will you stop worrying so much about those stupid curtains? It's not worth worrying about.""Yeah." Henrietta poked at her macaroni ...

Luke affectionately fondled Lillian's hair as the wind played with the leaves of trees in the forest below them. Tears were streaming down her face and even though her eyes ...

This is the prolouge to the start of my story..... It is the 41st Millenium and the Imperium of Man is under constant attack. The God Emperor of Mankind sits ...

Hey Emeraldi, it's almost that time of year . . ReplyTo a gem I call green, for her spring day of entering that is mere days before mine: In days ...

The tin can drifted through the black waves of silence. Every once in a while a small creak or crack would have the audacity to disturb the peace that surrounded ...

From Constable's Cloud * The looking-glass, if it could be called that, had a bulky border with leaf designs and a black grille that protected it from curious hands wanting ...

i hope you can read this properly now, ive made the paragraphs more clear.cheers This is a tale about the hidden dangers that lie in the shadows behind the comfort ...

10.27pm or so…after these events at least. A couple hours later there was a knock on the door, they hadn’t returned from their hunt as yet so I was all ...

I carried a garter snake through the whitewashed town: it would hiss and flick its thin forked tongue through scaled lips to seduce me. “Don’t worry yourself; he cannot bite.” ...

My eyes filled with tears I cannot shed, my arms cry instead there crimson tears. Wanting to die with nowhere to hide, my only way out is to bleed. Why ...

The broken hearted and the setting sun, They all relate, and become as one. Life was perfect it was just for you and me. Waiting for nothing holding hands... easy. ...

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