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by C.W. Bush
4200 words,
on Oct 23 5:15 AM 2007
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by C.W. Bush
1500 words,
on Jul 6 8:27 AM 2006
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by C.W. Bush
2300 words,
on Jul 6 8:26 AM 2006
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When you get a call during your lunchbreak telling you that an old friend is dying, it puts your life into harsh perspective. For the most part you never look at life as one si
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When you get a call during your lunch break, telling you an old friend is dying, it puts your life into harsh perspective. For the most part, you never look at life as one big
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(The married couple are sitting at the table. WOMAN is looking with disinterest at her meal. MAN is eating his with relish, and humming to himself between mouthfuls).
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‘Are you still alive?’ A nervous voice reached Goldar’s ears. He was a long way off, although he couldn’t figure out exactly where. There was darkness, and familiar faces, and
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Goldar Ironfist ducked the drunken man’s clumsy swing easily, more put off by his assailant’s stench than by any physical power the man might have possessed. ‘Hit ‘im!’ Gol
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