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  • Supernatural FanFiction بقلم UnequivocallyMe
    UnequivocallyMe
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    PREVIEW OF PROLOGUE: "I'll be back you piece of-" the shadow that stood before me spun around. It looked as if there were wings on its back. Suddenly, it disappeared. "Son of a bitch, Sam!" The man sounded distressed. "Those visions of yours are a miracle, Sammy!" I heard the loud thud of heavy workboots ease their way toward the dark corner of the alleyway. This story is a Co-op with Fallen_Angel_Castiel (even though I wrote most of it -.- hahah just kidding.) •Officially on total hiatus... I'm sorry ._.
  • Depression is Just Another Side Effect of Death: and Other Sad Poetry بقلم sarahtbhh
    sarahtbhh
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    Death, even the word looks menacing. Well kids, here's a plot twist that you've never heard before: We all die in the end. So don't waste your life the way most of us waste it; drowning in sadness. (Ps this is a book in a series, but in no particular order. Go look at my other poetry book How to Say I Love You pls)
  • The Erim Descendant (A Fantasy Elf Journey) بقلم UnequivocallyMe
    UnequivocallyMe
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    Etheriam is the country in which fantastically bizarre things happen every day. Within that country, the capital is the bustling city of Arcadia. Arcadia, known for it's magical moon-lakes, houses thousands of mystical creatures. The Royal Military of Arcadia, known as The Knights, are sworn to protect the capital and it's inhabitants and enforce justice and law throughout the land of Etheriam. Among the inhabitants of the fine city, Flora Erim is the most notable. Born a hybrid elf, Flora has been cast out from society, seeking a place for those that are "special," like herself. ----- She was walking along a riverbank, on an overgrown forest path. Staring at her map, Flora continued walking. Her destination was to be the Village of Tribbey, where, she hoped, she would find a sanctuary. A twig snapped, sending Flora's arm cascading toward her back, where she drew her bow with ease. She listened carefully, waiting for another sound to erupt from the seemingly tranquil forest. -----