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StoryTake My Hand darkenwolf1715 years 11 months ago
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StoryThe Creed of The Lonewolf darkenwolf5816 years 1 hour ago
StoryTroubled soul PipMic1116 years 1 day ago
StorySepia Days Silver Spun Sand2816 years 2 days ago
StoryThe waves are calling my soul (I.P.) (redrafting) Kahdai816 years 2 days ago
StoryBack to work PipMic216 years 3 days ago
StoryWho'll Pay the Piper? Silver Spun Sand1916 years 3 days ago
StoryImpasse Silver Spun Sand1516 years 3 days ago
StorySun dance Beeme2316 years 3 days ago
StoryOur Love MistakenMagic3116 years 1 week ago
StoryIT WAS JUST A DREAM skinner_jennifer1816 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThreshold part 4 darkenwolf316 years 2 weeks ago
StoryVampyre's Kiss darkenwolf816 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEmpty memories Louise178616 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFlood lenchenelf316 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIn dreams darkenwolf2516 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI have only these hands darkenwolf816 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTon Autre Amour MistakenMagic3016 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Sands of Time darkenwolf4116 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIntroduction darkenwolf316 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThreshold part 3 darkenwolf416 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI died in 2006 darkenwolf416 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGoldilocks (IP) darkenwolf1616 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMusings Over The Sunday Toast Margharita616 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Threshold part 3

Even before the marshal reached him his eyes flicked open and he contained the reflex to act; remembering the collar round his neck.

The Sands of Time

Tick follows tock follows tick. But the moments between tick and tock, They grow ever longer. Seconds stretch to minutes, Minutes to hours… Each new day an eternity,

The Creed of The Lonewolf

The Creed of The Lonewolf. To all, this I say; I am but passing through your lands, From one place to another, on my way, I will not hunt from your range,
Cherry

Goldilocks (IP)

‘Hey Goldilocks!’ Without thinking he turned around and punched the speaker in the face, sending him sprawling.

Threshold part 2

It was the cleanest he had been since his first day; they’d hosed him down, fumigated him and even given him a clean coverall.

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