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I don't own anybody. Just Miranda. And just when I feel like it. It's okay, she's not like us. She's different. She's a witch. A vampire. She feeds on lost souls. She’s the most hideous beast-demon to ever come out of Hell. Sby The Uranium Whale 400 words, on Jun 20 9:07 PM 2007. In Humor
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The air smelled a mess of dirty salt and gasoline. The wind made this even more apparent and my body shivered under my newly wet hair, but inside I felt a kind of warm you onlyby The Uranium Whale 600 words, 1 comment, on Mar 22 7:11 PM 2006. In Other
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The Fevvorville Sierra
Once upon a time there lived a boy and a dragon. The boy was clever and mysterious, the dragon sullen and filled with contempt, as many a dragon was. -
She never thought something like this would happen. "Bare your soul," he said. "I'm listening," he said. "Tell me the truth, not just what I want to hear," he said. "I can take
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My name is inconsequential. My age is not an issue, although some would say otherwise. The clock next to my desk reads 12:01. I’ve always been a minute behind everyone else. Ma
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As if in a movie, his hooves touched the earth in fast, single-framed motions. Each carefully placed step left a cloven print in the soft snow, only to be quickly covered b -
Chapter Two
He remembers the first time he saw her. She was sitting on a large piece of driftwood on the coast. Her long, dark hair was put up into a half pony tail on the t -
Chapter One
The young American stared accusingly at the well-dressed gentlemen standing in front and slightly to the right of him. “You killed her.”
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