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  • This Is The Apocalypse by yoongify_
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    "Truth is, everyone dies in the end. What does it matter what we do, if our legacies will be gone before we know it?" "Well, we lived. Isn't that enough? Does it matter how long our legacy is?" ~*~*~*~ A story about a plague, death, gang fights, and what friends and legacies really are. ~*~*~*~ Written in 2016, undergoing editing
  • Babasa? Oo, babasa. by ta-lim
    ta-lim
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    Sa pagkakayugyog ng makitid na utak ito'y dumugo at kumalat. pupunasan mo ba o hahayaan mo na lang na nakakalat?
  • Tell Me You Know by terrorteeth
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    My first ever fic, expect typos and weird writing. this evolved from seeing the community ask for Reed content, myself included, so I delivered. This is a dumb story about a Raptor named Allan, who was totally there during the events of Snoot Game, who lived the life that Anon wanted, and dealing with that loneliness, conflicted feelings, and being shunned. To all the people reading this, thanks, I never thought I would post something from my heart online, I don't expect this to do well, hell, I don't expect anything from this, but I appreciate anyone who took the time to read my dumb little story. Hope you enjoy.
  • Don't Tells Us What To Do by chronic_weirdos
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    "Don't tell us what to do. We already know," he hissed, spitting out the last word with distaste. "Conform to society's stupid, stupid standards," the boy next to him snarled. "Change who we are, how different we are, just so we don't stand out," the dark-haired boy on his other side said. "And if we don't," the girl spat out, her words dripping with venom, "they call us freaks." He turned to the one familiar face in this scary place. His brother. The one person he thought he could trust. The one person he did trust, despite him leaving. And yet still he uttered the scary words of change. "And yet, we don't care. We are the freaks. The ones too different for society. And we are done with caring about how they see us, done with them judging our every movement. We are different." As if under Seth's command, the other people surrounding Hayden all spoke as one, as if they had one mind, as if the same thoughts were running through their brains. "And we are the ones that will change the world."