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The loner and the delinquent بقلم Kekerosa
Kekerosa
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This story is about a 18 year old, Crystal Stone, who went to a highschool with no friends since 5th grade because she found out that she had a weird power to read people minds and know about their lives. Her mom and dad was afraid of her power and couldn't cure her so they left her with money, the house, and a stray cat to keep her company. Mainly, she was invisible to everyone, but her loneliness will end the day she meet 19 year old, Castiel Whetstone. He teaches her how to be fun and maybe a little bit about love too...? P.S. this is my first time making a story, so when you comment please don't be too mean.
Chronic War بقلم YuyaSakaki0
YuyaSakaki0
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As years passed, new gods have been born. On Mount Olympus, a small amount of misfortune has up raised. Zeus and the other gods have been trying to avoid a prophecy and world destruction. Very soon this will come true. Stated in the prophecy the last son of Ares, who is God of Judgement of the Dead, will overcome the tragedy with the help of a demigod and a human.
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Human Nature بقلم Beautiful_Countess
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Read at your own risk or whatever From dawn til dusk Leah Raven witnesses what we call humans behave what most say is human nature. Her mother, the girls that gossip and turn their mouths just from someone that's not the color of their skin, or doesn't dress like they do, doesn't eat like they do, doesn't speak like they do. Men claw to the top, clueless to what they're crawling for. Men that disrespect women, who belittle them and are still addressed as dukes and marquesses. Leah detest the thought that she is actually just another one of these illusions that only cover the true face of it all. Follow Leah through the spiral of this endless nightmare that only feeds the voice in her head. Will you make it without shedding a tear from pity, or could it possibly be sadness from the truth? (Like, Vote, Comment if you managed to tolerate it)