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I awoke with the sound of rushing water jetting from above, and the chilly swell lapping at my face.
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I am eating my own soul with hatred.
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She had at least five hours to herself, which meant five days… on the Other Side.
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Gezza's take on short story mechanics.
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My name is Scaramouche and I was made by Cimiar, the greatest alchemist of all time.
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He didn’t remember his name, but he was sure he had one once.
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Myleana is a powerful astrologer, but she has a phobia with death.by gezza 4600 words, 3 comments, on Sep 4 9:01 AM. In Death, Evyntyde, Fantasy, Ghost, High fantasy, Murder mystery
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A hidden menace has appeared in the Colon Cemetery of Old Havana.
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"Slaughter them in my name, servant, and I will be able to break free within the year!”
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The greatest playwright and actor in Evyntyde's history has a few lessons to learn, despite his fame and self-assurance.
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“I seem to be a little lost. I was expecting to find the ruins of Märanyr by now.”
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Crystal opened her eyes and saw a late afternoon sky, streaked with dark-marbled sepia clouds, and sunlight beaming through the gaps. She s
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My name is Frank Rombo, and I’m a private investigator. Born and bred in New Jersey, and my territory is mainly the Big Apple. I don’t make
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Charles Dickens visits Niagara Falls and faces a ghost from his past.
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What happens to the world's most famed minstrel (and scoundrel), when he faces a situation where he is at a loss for words?
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My name is James and I'm a ghost hunter.by gezza 800 words, 13 comments, on Nov 29 12:26 AM 2008. In Castles, First person, Ghost hunters, Ghosts, Light fiction, Mystery
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A lighthouse was built on a rock with an ancient legend.
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Themba wondered why the other children were so cruel.
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At the end of the day, it's how you pounce on your idea!by gezza 400 words, 1 comment, on Sep 13 9:20 PM 2008. In Inspiration; about writing
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A cavalry officer is haunted by his past.
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Ragmarond! Can you read my mind? The voice seemed distant; vaguely familiar.
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It was dark – almost pitch black – and it sung a morbid song to him.
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Cimiar the Alchemist lifted his weary legs to climb the last few steps to the top of his tower, and entered his Room of Contemplation.
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