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naître homme mourir humain by azaelarcher
naître homme mourir humain
azaelarcher
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  • Parts 5
« [...] et parce que je suis né, je vais mourir. la seule chose qu'il me reste à décider, c'est ce qu'il se passera entre les deux. je m'appelle azaël archer, je ne suis né avec le don de n'être personne et tout le monde à la fois, et si vous lisez ce journal un jour, alors le monde aura probablement changé, reste-il encore à savoir comment. »
AFTERMATH [until dawn] by untilmunroe
AFTERMATH [until dawn]
untilmunroe
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  • Parts 22
"The past is beyond our control." Two years after Hannah and Beth Washington's "disappearances"-one year after the horrific events that took place at Blackwood Mountain-the seven survivors reunited again. They mourned the loss of their close friends, the Washingtons. They've all been scarred. The memories of the past two years imprinted themselves into their minds, forever changing these seven teenagers. They wanted nothing more than normal lives after the incidents. They stayed away from the dark, from possible dangers, and most importantly--stayed away from the Washington Estate. However, things weren't over for the seven unfortunate teenagers. Soon, they would be swept up in another storm of events-secrets revealed, threats unleashed, and, most importantly: a chance to save a lost friend. [UNTIL DAWN] PAST RANKINGS #1 in MikeMunroe #1 in Chrashley #1 in HannahWashington #1 in butterfly effect #3 in UntilDawn
Snow by jule009
Snow
jule009
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  • Parts 99
After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted