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  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Hidden Illusions Chapter 2
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    Spoiler! : Swearing and some graphic violence in this chapter The air was so dark Melanie could barely see three feet from the tree house. She looked around.“Hey,” a voice ...
    Aug 21, 2011
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Hidden Illusions Chapter 3
    3

    Melanie sat in math class the next morning, watching the teacher’s green ink scrawl across the board. Something nudged her arm. Jordan held out a note, and she opened it. ...
    Nov 2, 2011
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Hidden Illusions Chapter 3
    2

    Melanie sat in math class the next morning, watching the teacher’s green ink scrawl across the board. Something nudged her arm. Jordan held out a note, and she opened it. ...
    Nov 2, 2011
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Hidden Illusions Chapter 4
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    Melanie walked into the gym Friday night and headed straight for the front. Spotting Mark alone, she walked over and sat down by him. Brittaney appeared next to them a ...
    Nov 4, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Hope
    4

    Spoiler! : I know this is a longer poem than most I've seen here. If you don't want to read it then don't, but please dont' spend your review time ...
    Nov 12, 2011
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Hidden Illusions chapter 5
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    Riding to school with Jordan each morning was now becoming the norm; he never even asked her anymore, just assumed that they’d ride together, but never expected anything of her. ...
    Dec 3, 2011
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Hidden Illusions Chapter 6
    2

    Melanie sat and stared at the calendar hanging above her desk. Since getting home from Jordan’s three hours earlier, she hadn’t done anything but wait for Miranda’s email. At 1:00 ...
    Dec 28, 2011
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Hidden Illusions Chapter 7
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    The stairs creaked and Melanie jumped up, locking the door again. She stood behind it, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest at any moment. The doorknob rattled. ...
    Jan 3, 2012

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