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The expedition delves further into the mysteries of the Jasaliyuu, and even Wittington is taken by surprise.
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Wittington cracks the layered code hidden within the Tomb-of-All, and the true adventure begins!
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NaNoWriMo 2009 Novel in Progress. This work is unedited.
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I wept at my father’s feet, begging the captors to let me stay. They cruelly shook their head and carried me off. I screamed and cried as they carted me off. I looked at my father, his head held high as he looked at me coldly
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The mysterious disappearance of a friend draws Professor Wittington from England to Venezuela's Maracaibo region during an oil boom.
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by Rude
2000 words, 6 comments,
on Oct 19 7:18 PM. In Adult, Gay, German, Historical fiction, History, Homosexual, Jew, Jewish, Nazi, Wwii
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For a contest but a theme close to my heart.
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Chapter Twenty-Four – Joshua’s POV1
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Chapter One – A New Father1
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Chapter Fifteen – Lane’s POV1
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“One of my favorite phobias is that girls, especially those whose tastes aren’t routine, often don’t get a fair break . . . It has come dow
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Elizabeth sat in her window as she combed through her hair, awaiting a glimpse of her beloved Christophe. It would be nearly an hour to go before she could see him fully for her daily ride around the land. She sighed at the i
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The machines hummed and buzzed as sparks flew through the air. I clutched onto my side pack tightly, starting to have a few second thoughts
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She was learned in many languages, taught to practice propriety and grace. She was born with the powerful strength of delectable beauty. It is a shame her fate was sealed by those with the stamps of life and death. Still, her
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Chapter two is coming soon. I have to finish writing it first before I put it on. Looking forward to it?
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Ming and Isaac, brother and sister. Ming and Edward, best friends, or soul-mates. The African Apartheid, you hear it was horrible for every
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The ships had sailed, there was no way off of the long beach side on the coast of Normandy, the heat struck mercilessly, making the men sweat profusely as they're bodies tried to comprehend the heat radiating from they're mai
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It started as a rough piece of metal, and some wood scraps. As the sweat and tears of the blacksmith fell slowly on to the metal, it began to take shape. A master blacksmith from northern England, he loved warm places. He had
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The ships had sailed, there was no way off of the long beach side on the coast of Normandy, the heat stuck mercilessly, making the men swea
by Asonine
700 words, 11 comments,
on Mar 10 5:32 AM. In Action, Blood, Contest, English, French, Gore, Historical fiction, Th century, War
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A small look into the past. Dedicated in memory of all Holocaust victims, both living and dead.
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Running through the woods, trying to find her way home, what will happen to Susan on her short midnight stroll?
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Three friends that try to escape from the Nazis.
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My first short story - about a Medieval French bartender.
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I know what your thinking, number one, no I am not going to kill you; number two, yes I am a ghost; and number three, no I do not have a me
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Anthony gazed out into the sea of trees from his perch on Fort Boswell. Earlier that morning he was drinking his morning coffee when he noticed a piece of parchment nailed onto the door.1
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It tends to be real hot round these parts this time a year. Here in Atlanta, Georgia we have some of the hottest summers ‘round and the sun beats down apon a kid like me with no mercy. You can try and escape it but it’ll find
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