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Story1:4:6 Johned (Part 3) Lore02 years 7 months ago
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Story1:4:5 Negotiations (Part 7) Lore22 years 8 months ago
Story1:4:5 Negotiations (Part 6) Lore02 years 8 months ago
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Story1:4:5 Negotiations (Part 3) Lore02 years 9 months ago
Story1:4:5 Negotiations (Part 2) Lore02 years 9 months ago
Story1:4:5 Negotiations (Part 1) Lore12 years 9 months ago
Story1:4:4 Cyenzeit (Part 4) Lore02 years 9 months ago
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My stories

Song of the Voiceless Choir

Times are changing and so are the rules. Society protects its own. Outcasts are being created at an alarming pace as definitions shrink in scope. The...

Those Three Words

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning; a perfect day. She was perfect. The sea glistened on her, salt like diamonds as her heat turned...

Whispers of Time

We are, all of us, guided by forces unknown; voices on the wind that persist even in stillness. The person yet to be, destiny, awaits. Time finds a...
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An Unearthly Man-Child

The man ran through the terminal, his coat flapped in his tailwind; his monacle trailed behind him. His clothing timeless yet dated: a monochromatic...
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Round of the Floating Choir

Something so intimate, something so delicate, starts slowly and full of hope; its over in a moment. Condensed in a single point, all it takes is a...

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