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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED) by heyspacecadet
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a sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for stylistic purposes -aLL photography iS MINE -title was inspired by the owl city album -i found the cover picture on we heart it
Saving You by ARCastaneda
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Earth was dying. They deemed it unsavable, so they sent Nasia on her very first mission to retrieve every species DNA on the planet. Only she was ordered to leave the humans behind. With no emotions of her own she never understood the humans so called feelings over the decades it takes her to gather all the samples. Until she meets a boy named Ry. A boy who shows her a side no other human ever has before. A boy she was willing to risk everything to save.
The Stowaway by littleLo
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Eliza Banes, her ambition for adventure and her penchant for trouble, have often been trying on her poor mama's nerves. All her mother desires is for Eliza to be married and settled, but Eliza has other plans. Seizing an opportunity to stow away on a merchant ship to live out her dreams of seeing the world, Eliza has no idea what she is getting herself into. What she thought would be a harmless adventure sees her experience new challenges, rowdy sailors, evil pirates, and it brings her face to face with the surliest sea captain with a heart of pure gold. Eliza is about to discover the true meaning of, "be careful what you wish for."
Winter Moon: A Banshee's Tale by v3Olympus
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The year is 1846. It is neither the beginning, nor the end. Or perhaps, it was the beginning of the end, as it later came to be. The crop has failed again, and death has come to Saol. Aoife is still a child by almost all accounts. A child with only a father, and neither friends nor relatives to call her own. The few there are shun her for a reason unknown to her. She should be unremarkable, but somehow, to the otherwordly beings watching her, she is anything but. History meets the myth in this tale of tears and hope, where bonds of friendship and love are forged against the odds.