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Chapter One (6 days earlier) King Orlin rode his horse quickly through the Pass of Shades in the Moore Mountains. He used a less often traveled path and needed to ...

Prologue You may have heard the story of Pandora’s Box, how Pandora was told not to open a certain object. (I have heard many different accounts on what exactly the ...

[pre] Black. My room’s new décor matches my mood. The muted glow from the blue bulb above my head provides the little light I need to line my eyes with ...

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were the lights. There were dozens of them, softly pulsing in many different colors. I blinked. They remained there. I ...

PROLOGUE Love was a fairy tale for Karmon Mcknight, that was untill she met Shawn Cane. He had the biggest leaf green eyes she had ever seen, and the purest ...

12/17/07 021 – Friends They thought that we were stupid, and we played along. They thought that I was dumbly following the Mass, not really understanding, and I let them ...

“Ariana why are you so sad,” her mom said as Ariana pressed against the window of the car, “this will be a new adventure.” Regardless of what her mom said ...

can you see the sunset from the southside? can you see the sunrise from the east? can you hear me whisper with your ears closed? can you taste the wind ...

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After a...month (?), the Sixth Day is finally up. 3B had to keep prodding me to finish it. I warned him, and I'll warn ya'll: I don't think this is ...

“But darling-“ I slammed the rusting door behind; flinching as it banged shut. My legs hurried body over the yellowing lawn and onto the gum stained sidewalks. I snarled angrily ...

delete. i didnt plagiarize.

I want to leave a red hot burning brand on the world, I want to sit in Heaven watching the earth be twirled, I want to make a giant tattoo ...

Well, I know that I just posted chapter 4 yesterday, but now I will be fully updated, for those that read it on the first post where I updated it... ...

Kaitak, July 1997 [pre]Morning; The smell of scrambled eggs permeates The air; the English rain fights At the window. Except we are not in England. The mist parts to reveal ...