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The 11th part of my 2007 NaNoWriMo story about what really goes on in the Bermuda Triangle.
by IrishYndina
2300 words, 3 comments,
on Nov 18 11:05 AM 2007
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2007 NaNoWriMo story. Does Trey return??
by IrishYndina
2100 words, 19 comments,
on Nov 16 11:29 PM 2007
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NaNoWriMo story 2007 - anyone hungry?
by IrishYndina
2500 words, 13 comments,
on Nov 16 8:58 AM 2007
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NaNoWriMo 2007 - this part is a bit longer than the others, I think. Maybe I just like Siobhan. 
by IrishYndina
2600 words, 7 comments,
on Nov 15 8:09 AM 2007
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2007 NaNoWriMo attempt. The ocean is a cruel mistress! 
by IrishYndina
1900 words, 13 comments,
on Nov 12 9:13 PM 2007
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Part six of my 2007 NaNoWriMo attempt. 
by IrishYndina
1900 words, 8 comments,
on Nov 8 9:22 PM 2007
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The fifth part of my 2007 NaNoWriMo story...and things get interesting. 
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The one-stop running copy of my 2007 NaNoWriMo story. Visit my author's page for smaller "bite-sized" pieces. 
by IrishYndina
50400 words, 8 comments,
on Nov 7 5:58 PM 2007
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by IrishYndina
3200 words, 21 comments,
on Nov 6 8:05 PM 2007
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My 2007 NaNoWriMo attempt...here's hoping it gets there!
by IrishYndina
3400 words, 18 comments,
on Nov 4 10:43 PM 2007
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The girls’ suite was all done up in teals and golds. GeorgiaAnn found it pretty, somehow reminding her of the ocean, but in its most majes
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Part one of my 2007 NaNoWriMo attempt.
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The water was piled high on top of itself, whispering in a smooth bubble. My hand rested on the dark wooden table, a puddle of cream in th
by IrishYndina
300 words, 15 comments,
on Nov 1 9:09 PM 2007
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Lykoi was not surprised that he couldn’t sleep. The combination of the night’s excitement and an unfamiliar bed couldn’t help but work aga
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Sam and Dean team up with a pair of grad students to hunt the legendary yeti.
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~1500 words. Part 3 of a continuing story.
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The air outside was chill, and smelled strongly of the coming winter. It made Lykoi Taimon glad to be indoors. The tavern, called the Red
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I really need help coming up with a title for this piece...please?
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She was only going forty miles per hour when she hit the deer. Her car was a small two-door, a green Ford Escort ZX2, and it was low enough to the ground that, had she been going any faster, the deer would have come over th
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Little Red Riding Hood often wore red – color of flagrancy, color of blood.
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The problem with a raised deck is the space under it. When my earring slipped silently between the boards, I had to investigate that untamed habitat personally
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Of all races ever known or guessed to exist, black elves are decidedly the worst. They feed on terror and blood, as normal mortals survive
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My windows gaze vacantly at the eastern horizon and are filled rosy with the reflection of a crystalline winter sunset. The lilting flute of Enya permeates my small room,
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