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If you didn't read the first two parts of my story, you might want to read them: Part I and ...

Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 11:16 pm Chapter One: “Well, I’ll be darned,” commented a voice from behind me. “If it isn’t Ashlee Amber Hauterive.” Now, I’ll be honest with ...

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I posted this on my other forum but nobody's critiqued it yet, so please critique it. anyway, it's actually Gone Away Home but I've posted it a million times, so ...

(where in our hero find out more about death then he would like to know) Where was I, I tried to remember something anything, but the only thing I could ...

Yeah. Here it is. So critique and rate.: Deidre coughed as the ash surrounded her. “This is like a replay of what just happened at my house!” Deidre screamed, struggling ...

I finally finished editing. I took a break from it; so it took a little long. So yeah, finally. Please critique and rate.: A thick cloud of ash poured into ...

10th December 1782. A large house in London, England. The second-storey room was consumed with the semi-translucent smoke of cigar fumes and the echoes of merry laughter. Its finest pinewood ...

Association was the high point of a villager’s day. Even older villagers had association at their different points. Village children have normal school until the age of ten. From then ...

A great boom of thunder shook the ground and the door flew open with a slam. The plates hanging inside the tavern shook and a few threatened to fall and ...

Chapter One: “Well, I’ll be darned,” commented a voice from behind me. “If it isn’t Ashlee Amber Hauterive.” Now, I’ll be honest with you. When I hear the voice of ...

3 Present day. Kassa looked up at Vlad as he pulled into a travel inn; it was evening and the sun was beginning to set turning the sky a deep ...

White fog. That is all I'm able to see is white fog. It's like the kind that comes from the bay every morning and fogs up my bedroom window; adding ...

this is the prequel to the unnamed story, some one asked me if i would post it on its own the prequal: I am so tired……..tired of morals, tired of ...

Somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed. The town was about to wake. I limped to the window. As though a giant signal had gone of people appeared simultaneously their ...