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10/6/2000, Friday: 637 pm: IG: Enters toilet. 652 pm: IG: Leaves job site

I am, depressed but not. A simple logical fallacy, either I am or I am not, a two faced coin of the same question that when flipped will result in one of two answers. Either I am or I am not

The Black Willow 3 ---------------- This part 3 will connect The princess and the Captain and The Black Willow though, I suggest you read the Princess and the captain first

Zeus's words caused everyone to quiet down and watch for his next move. It was Hermes; however, that stood and moved to the center of the room in front of where I was positioned and began to speak

“I can’t bear anymore of this,” he whispered. A glass of brandy appeared under his nose. Dante took it and drank, trying to forget. “I know, lad. I know. There’s no escape any more. Kage found out it was me who told you where to run to. He… did things to me. Tried to make me tell

The way of the War I grew up in a small Southeast Texas town, my Father worked in the oil fields. The year is 1930 and we lived rent free in a village of tents. They had build a wooden floor about 8” above the ground then the tents were raised upon them

Sam picked himself off the ground staring at Mellos. Rubbing the side of his face he thought, ’Damn I actually felt that.’ "What in the hell is your problem?" He asked. "You are, you miserable piece of garbage." Mellos spit out venom at him

11 FLY HIGH On the way home, Maria and Sonya couldn't stop talking with Jeff about his experience. Roberto, however, didn't say a word. Jeff says his goodbyes quickly, darting into the house. "Mom! I spoke in tongues! I spoke in tongues!" "Slow down, Jeff. Slow down

Chapter Fifteen: Worth Angel slammed the club’s back door open; letting a blast of cool August air hit her in the face. Every once in a while, she would get these crazy offers from clients. They expected her to do anything

Quick announcement, there's no sex in this story because I like to give some depth to characters more

Prologue My name is Sinclair and I was born on the street. I do not remember my mother and never knew my father. I was raised mostly by various thieves. By ten I was one of the best pickpockets and could pick any lock. By fourteen I was one of the best thieves in the city

Chapter Twelve: Forgive Us, Our Trespasses Dante had dropped Angel off at the club, as promised. He had left fairly quickly afterwards too. She seemed to suddenly not trust him, when he had awoken that morning. He had made her breakfast while she showered, but she refused to eat

In a dark room no actual light escaping the recess of the place, a man was awaiting the part of his personality that was being returned today. With the knowledge they would gain they should be able to end this idiot that was claiming to be the rightful Emperor

I originally put in part one, that he is in the second grade when he gets to camp. Well I guess it doesn't quite fit in with the story, so I changed it and he's in fith grade. Sorry about that

Prologue New York City, New York, USA, 1999. The corners of 42nd street and Broadway in Manhattan were affectionately called One Times Square. At 11:58pm on December 31, 1999, Times Square was packed with revelers waiting to ring in the New Year

eek from Her Harry had wrapped both arms around her and cuddled her softly as she mourned the death of her brother Fred Weasley, during the battle countless casualties had occured with Harry and the people he for all intensive purposes called his family the Weasleys losing people they knew and loved

Prologue A warm breeze blew lightly through the room, bringing the sweet scent of spring with it. The two sleeping figures, smiled sweetly as they dreamed of the happy times they would have with a loving and caring son

“Jon, who's the chick?” I gave my older brother the same look I had given him before we even left the house. Before I could tell him, once again, that he could have left me at home, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and looked to the guy who'd asked the question

Ladies don’t let the first couple of pages scare you off. The story gets better. There is very little sex in this story that’s why I put it in the non-erotic category. A Cabin in the Woods My name is Dave

An elite group of fictional warriors. Trained since childhood to fight and slay the downworlders, demons and faeries that attempt to create havoc on earth