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School Bus [m. clifford] by 5sosidk
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she sits with him on the school bus, yet they never talk to each other.
Quantum Deadline by DaedalusHowell
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Infinite worlds. One Reporter. Zero time. After his newsroom intern jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge, 40-something reporter Daedalus Howell's reputation also took a dive. Five years later, he's still trying to clear his conscience and his byline when Jude, a lost pre-teen thief, seeks his help to get home - to a parallel universe. Or so he says. The reporter, turned amateur sleuth, soon learns that anything is possible on the strange streets of Lumaville - a sleepy Northern California college town in the grips of a startup boom. As hard-drinking Howell grumbles about the waning relevance of his profession, he uncovers a maze of dark truths that connect the boy, his brilliant ex-flame and a ruthless tech mogul. When Jude disappears, Howell's assignment is clear but can he make his deadline without ending up dead? An entertaining, postmodern, bizarro, cyberpunk ode to pulp and noir that brims with action and humor. Featured in the feature film Pill Head.
Killing Sam Winchester (Sam Winchester FANFIC) by Lannist
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I was asked to kill. This is my job. I kill people for a living. I see people's life run out of their eyes for millions of dollars. The very source of themselves dripping away into Hell. I enjoy the pay, yes. I have cash in the bank and food on the table and thats what counts. It's what I do. I kill. A little bit about me? I'm a Delora Nettles. I've been dead for seven years now. I was brutally murdered on a cold November night with nothing more than a knife and cold heart. No, I am not actually dead but rather faking my death. It's just easier for the job to be done without anybody scratching at my records. I have many names, Abigail, Chloe, Rene... You get the point. Nobody can really make sense of who I am anymore, heck along the journey I've been slowly losing myself to the demon inside. We all have that naughty creature crawling up and down our spines, I just can't shake it off. It seems that everytime somebody puts a blade in my hand, that very demon stirs. I now have a new assignement. Kill Sam Winchester.