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K.J.: I walk into my siblings' cabin and plop down on my bed, bored and more than a little annoyed for something commenting on how I could "go out more". ...

K.J.: I frown a bit, watching the act for another second, before wandering deeper back stage or whatever, trying to figure out who I was supposed to help this time. ...

Louis: I just shake my head and get up. I clear my food trash, then follow the group of kids. I keep up with the ones I know the best ...

K.J.: I was glad to have been offered help by the people--that aunt and her nephew and niece. Well, the niece was asleep...but, yeah. It made me anxious as hell, ...

Hmmm, true. If I left off where Cyriac killed Erasmus, do you think that would be better? I'd describe how a bit better, then re-post and keep the rest for ...

K.J.: I was woken up out of sleep by shotgun fire. It was a sound I had heard a lot growing up, on the Fourth of July (or random nights) ...

Louis: "Zip-line?" I ask aloud, my laughter halting in my throat. "That's..." I trail off. "This is what happens when someone signs you up and hauls you here without telling ...

K.J.: The good news was I was in my truck, doors locked--safe. The bad news was, I was, once again, stuck. The dead clawed at my windows, trying to get ...

K.J.: I introduce myself to a few people, when they ask who I am--beginning to feel a bit crowded, I just finish my food and stay silent. I take the ...

K.J. I chuckled. "It can't hear you. But you're welcome," I say, shrugging. I watch as the "two" dragons chase each other across the field, my shadow running quickly, then ...

K. J.: I gave her a pointed look. "It's no nice to judge people without knowing them," I said lowly. "And trust me--I have. Just not in th places you'd ...

Louis: I nodded briefly to the pair, eating my food still--which meant I wasn't going to be big on talking. "Hey," I say curtly, then take a sip of my ...

K.J.: The only thing I could really notice was the smell. It stank like ammonia back here and bleach. Of course, at least it covered the smell of death that ...

I would like a writing partner...I'll write just about anything...but I'm just busy...

Louis grumbled to himself. "That might work if I wasn't stuck!"