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|Arkady Hawker| Arkady woke up to the sudden flush of light and smiled. There was no window in her designated cubicle, but she felt like the sun was shining. She ...

|Louis Chester| He was in a different world. Black white black white. Dark, dirty walls, bright barred windows. A cold hard floor, a blistering breeze. Sneering teeth, lifeless eyes, saliva ...

|Louis Chester| Louis sighed, then hefted himself out of the bus seat. He felt eyes on him as he moved towards the front. A woman and her child sat and ...

It smells. Most of the lockers are broken. The teachers don't care. There's a fight every other day. And the students all hate each other. Welcome to Griffin High School ...

|Nicholas Grant| - three days' time- Nicholas tipped his head back, the liquid sun pouring onto his face. He exhaled. His breath rustled a stray curl of his hair, which ...

|Nicholas Grant| "Welcome, young ones," he said. He neither tall or well built. He wasn't young but he wasn't quite old, either. His hair, while it spoke of an outdated ...

|Nicholas Grant| Camp Echo , the sign read. I slowed, peering down the long craggy road that stretched into the pressing forest, like the ominous fortelling finger of a vagabond. ...

Diagoras Kache Princess of Genor | Day Three "I don't think this is necessary." Diagoras said, her voice flat. "Nonsense, Your Grace. Now, stop slouching." Her lady in waiting replied. ...

| Sam Lennox | |Past We were surrounded. "You got it wrong! W-We aren't one of them! Please! " Carine pleaded, her voice hysterical. I stayed silent. "You have to ...

Diagoras Kache Princess of Genor | Day One The sounds of the kitchen reached the duo long before they turned the corner, and Miranda sped up, her poofy skirts bouncing ...

|Bear| Three figures crouched amongst the bushes and ferns, as still and quiet as the slumbering skeletons of trees that intertwined their frail branches above their heads. Their bodies were ...

Eliezer Aleshire The sun and the waves were a never ending torture, tossing and beating, thrashing and clamping down, squeezing Eliezer's stomach with pinching fingers. Sweat trickled down his spine ...

Pru Hastings Everything was draped in stark, bleached colors. The leaves, which were always present no matter what season it was, rustled on the ground in clumps of pallid yellows ...

Niobe Matthias Sweat, loose hair and dirt found itself lodged between her clenched fingers, in the corners of her mouth, in the flaps and folds of her clothes. Crust gathered ...

Guys, I think it might be smarter to PM him your gmail instead of posting it here, where anyone can get to it, hack it, and who knows what else ...