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“You took forever,” Ianto complained, as Jack finally returned to the Hub at one o’clock in the morning.1 / “I’m sorry. It took longer than I expected. But I did manage to recruit two new members
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Ianto stared at the ceiling of the Hub, watching the pterodactyl fly around in endless circles, wishing that he could fly with it, and not have to worry about what was going on down on the ground. He had already rounded up tw
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Jack arrived at the Museum an hour before midnight. It was locked up, but he could see lights on in some of the small offices inside, so he carried on knocking until an old security guard gave up and unlocked the door. He ste
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It felt odd, going back into the Hub and knowing that Owen and Tosh would not be there, waiting for her. She wondered if Jack had found replacements for them yet, and hastily wiped a tear from her eye. Of course he wouldn’t h
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Tousled hair tumbles from his head1 / And words tumble off his tongue2 / But his sorrows never spill3 / From his lowered eyes
by wolfcub
100 words,
on Jun 5 11:11 AM 2008
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As the golden day drew to a close, the woodland animals of every size, from the small tree rats and gliding mice to the great howling cats
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"Be careful."1 / Isabelle smiled at her husband sweetly, and swung herself into the saddle with a practised movement. "I'm always careful!"2 / She rode out across th
by wolfcub
800 words, 3 comments,
on Apr 20 5:37 AM 2008
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by wolfcub
5200 words,
on Apr 19 10:15 AM 2008
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As I opened the wardrobe door my gaze fell on those shoes, lying, abandoned, amongst the rubbish and clutter in the bottom of the wardrobe. The red paint was chipped off the heels and toes, and the left heel had been broken f
by wolfcub
400 words, 5 comments,
on Apr 17 3:42 AM 2008
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Evin Larse wheeled his cream stallion round to face his Rider Group, his heart beating in his chest. This was it - time for him to prove himself as a Rider.1 / "The Carthaki raiders have at least
by wolfcub
400 words, 3 comments,
on Apr 16 2:00 PM 2008
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Mr Smith was a very odd man. He lived at number 39 Huckleberry Lane, in Huckleton Village. He had lived there for as long as anybody could remember, and never had a child, woman or animal been spotted making its way up the wi
by wolfcub
800 words, 2 comments,
on Apr 16 7:59 AM 2008
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