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Dragons Day: The End
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He crept up to the door and pushed very lightly, the door slowly creaked open. He cautiously observed the room; pitch black, eerily silent, uneasy feel and strong smell of… wait what was that smell? It seemed strangely familiar, a liquid-metal stench, the smell of… his eyes widened… blood…




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Howdy, Mr. Blog. It's rather unusual to post works in the welcome forum. Where are you from? What are your interests besides writing?



Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening