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<.<;;; Because crackhead people like my fantasy. Started this freshman year of highschool.

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Chapter One
Corrs bolted upright in his bed. An ill feeling had suddenly washed over him. His cool blue eyes searched the room yet feeling did not go away with the assurance that he was alone. The beginning of a cold sweat on his wrinkled forehead spread to his flushed cheeks. His breathing was labored and quick. Corrs closed his eyes ...

This is a story I started years ago, stopped writing 17 months ago, and finally reworked and started again. Here's chapter one, which I just finished yesterday. I am not interested in having it torn asunder.

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A resounding bang echoed through the grassy hills, over the fields, and into the town. People stopped what they were doing and looked around, taken by surprise. Birds left their perches and dogs jumped to attention, a couple of ...

This like Lost doesn't occur on any war but maybe you'd like to read it.

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He read the sign,"The War will Destroy Us All!" and laughed.

"Everyone but me,"he chuckled. Venell Triptyn pushed back his hood and studied the sign closer as a slight smile played on his lips. "Whoever wrote this must be a pacifist who doesn’t know how to reap the benefits of war."

He tapped the top of the wooden sign ...

And thus I shall choose some hapless victims and create true fanfiction which must suck as a prerequisite! OMG KamosxAya?? XD

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The Queen of Doma sat hunched over an ale. She desired greatly to get out of the castle and kill something. Just like the good ol' days. Charles was often busy performing his kingly duties and Aya was left alone in the cold castle.

Ayra skittered by the study and looked in."Oneesan?" Ther ...

Here's something I wrote up for English class. Figured you guys might like reading it. It's a rewrite of the Three Little Pigs. Enjoy!

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I’m the Big Bad Wolf. This is my story. You’re probably wondering, “Aren’t you dead? Didn’t the last pig eat you?” Well, you’re right. I am dead. But, I’ve been allowed to tell the story to you, with all of the gritty details. This is MY story.

Well, it all ...

((Trying another fic here... Maybe I'll actually finish this one.))

Year 1050, in the City of Baron...

"Aw shut yer trap. I dun care what you got to say about it, magic an' such is the life blood of da world. An' you're sayin' to stop using it?"

The crowd surrounding the young man was growing, and questions like the one just asked were coming from many of the approaching people. However, the man was ...

This fic I did my senior year in high school.I guess it could be hear on Gaera. I got really frustrated because no one else wrote fantasy and I was a little teased. So the ending is crappy.

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For three days, high winds captured the waves and tossed them violently. The sky was alive with the blue lightening and deafening thunder. In the villages, the ships remained moored. On the cliffs, seabirds huddled safely ...

The night was crisp, cool, and quiet. The wind blew lazily over the tops of the buildings, though through the streets it seemed to race for a way out. The stars twinkled indignantly between a few lingering clouds the lumbered past. The moon was but a sliver but growing.
There was a think layer of snow on the ground. A cold dust of diamonds that froze the skin unwelcomingly. Miang decided that the snow was ...

This is the intro to a larger piece I'm working on. It's - well, it's probably easier for you to just read it.

Kill and Tell

Valion gazed up at the painting in awe, his silver irises widening to take in the full splendour of the piece. It depicted Arathnee at its height; no trace of the vision even hinted at the continent’s current, sorry state. Here the humans had not plunged the continent into ...

(Hey, this is my first attempt at a fic. If anything, it'll attempt to explain why my avatar is called Spleen. Hope you enjoy it.)

On the outskirts of Doma existed a rather sizable farm, run by a man and his wife, two well-to-do farmers. Unlike many in the trade, they could read and write well, and knew all sorts of things in many topics. However, the wife was barren. Try as he might (and ...