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  • sundays seem endless space by feltstrips
    feltstrips
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    Oh, sweet thing, grit is so tiring, sadness weary, but all your romance died with your father.
  • The beginning of the end... by paydayman27
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    What happned after arcadia bay was destoryed? That is the biggest question that every single person that finished life is strange asked themselfs (well the ones that chose to save the bae) well this is my take on what happens after credits roll. Its gonna get better as I continue to expand on it. Episode 5 spoliers obviously
  • Life is Strange 2 by MaryBlueberryx
    MaryBlueberryx
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    ✘ What if everything was a dream ? ✘ Candice, a French student is about to enter Blackwell Academy . But Arcadia is suddenly devastated by a storm. As for Max, the events do not seem to have happened as she would have imagined...
  • Gone in a Flash by JohnTTompkins
    JohnTTompkins
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    They say you don't know what you have until you lose it, and Chloe Price found that out the hard way. She now has to learn to come to terms with the death of her best friend, Max Caulfield. Letting go isn't easy, but she has the support of another friend, Rachel Amber. How will she cope? **I DO NOT OWN Life is Strange OR ITS CHARACTERS**
  • Life Isn't So Strange Anymore by HarryPotterTwin_New
    HarryPotterTwin_New
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    'His binder sucks. It's not a 'real' one -- his mom couldn't afford to splurge the thirty bucks, and he couldn't stand the wait for one of those donation sites to take pity on him. So to help, his mom found one of his old swimming costumes and sewed it up so it sat snug over his chest. it digs into his ribs, and, yes he ends up aching by the time he goes to bed every night. But ultimately it's better than the alternative. It's better than going weeks without a shower as to not see his chest when he looks down. It's better than looking in a mirror and hating everything about the person staring back with every fibre of his being. And it's better than wearing layer upon layer even in the summer to cover up his chest.'