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  • LEIA'S LETTERS TO PADMÉ. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒 | ✓
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    When Leia was a little girl, Bail Organa used to tell her about her mother, Padmé. Soon, she started writing letters to Padmé, hoping for a response. Fanfiction || All Rights Reserved To Star Wars And Disney. p.s. i wrote this book when i was eleven, so please forgive me if it's cringy but tysm for all the support! ...

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  • A Day in the Life of Kristoff
    194 10 1

    The title says it all my friends. The title says it all. Kristoff, ma main man, handsome as heck, awkwardly adorable, loved by everyone except a few jerks...has very interesting days even without his beloved Fiesty Pants. He has his own set of 15 year old fan girls, a few haters, some that don't care for him, some tha...

  • Infection
    20 1 1

    It's the year 2060 and the United States have become an Authoritarian state following the outbreak of a mysterious virus called the Klein Virus that has tormented the country and world for decades. Those who become contaminated are sent off to the dreaded Quarantine Stations, where very few actually end up surviving a...

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  • The Revolution
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    1774, Boston- Rebellion brews and Eden Williams is given the opportunity to be a spy and to leave her quiet life behind as a courier for the Committee of Correspondence. With the Intolerable Acts and 3,000 British soldiers arriving in Boston, Eden wants liberty, peace, and to keep her homeland safe. She slips into t...

  • History Repeats Itself
    450 7 5

    A group of misfits band together at a small school in New York, where slowly they realize they're reincarnations of the historical figures of the American Revolutionary War. Join the gang as they learn not just who they were, but also who they are. Loosely inspired by Hamilton: An American Musical, by Lin-Manuel Miran...

  • Elysian
    104 7 7

    She was in some sort of town. It was decrepit, abandoned, derelict. The road was gravel and snow had fallen. There was a smell of death in the air, figuratively and literally. The rancid smell of rotting flesh was drifting through the air. The sound of crows echoed through the town, Death's calling card. . . A derelic...

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