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  • Assassins by LouisIkhayere
    LouisIkhayere
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      Parts 5
    Lyla a 19 years old girl, in a world of danger, and chaos, she becomes an assassin, but doesn't want to work with others as she doesn't feel hurt. Meeting up with, Alex, Ryan and Nate, she finds out she isn't the only one hurt, but as the dab bitch she is she doesn't give in. One adventure with them turned thier very existence to the safety of the world.
  • The Disappearance of Peace  by ShibingInu
    ShibingInu
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      Parts 9
    Pircantiov, a Russian refugee and politician, tries to pull away from the Soviet Union, but can't because his sister, Eva, has mono and is unfit for flying to America. He's also still trying to save up for tickets for connecting flights to get to America because all of the flights directly to America are cancelled because of the Cold War so they try to flee the grip that USSR has on them.
  • The Girl Who Can See by FluffdaBunny
    FluffdaBunny
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      Parts 9
    Steph and Leo live a comfortable life together with their son Jacob along with Alicia and Damien with their child Skye who live near by. One day during a play date everything burns to ashes. Thankfully everyone survives, but Skye has a brush with death and for a while is temporarily blind. When she regains her sight, she realizes she can now see better and much more than the average person.
  • Are You Awake Yet? by MeganBlanchet
    MeganBlanchet
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      Parts 15
    In my nightmares I am trapped on a mental ward. I can't move my hands without feeling the restriction of the straps. My head is as clear, no trace of the "madness." I strain against the black polyester with every ounce of strength and still I can't budge. My back hurts right to the base of my spine. Saliva is pooling in the back of my mouth. The staff have gone. I am alone. My heart pounds, ready to explode; my eyes scan left and right for signs of someone coming to help. No-one. Worn green curtains hang limp on flaking chrome rings and though the gap passers by pay me no attention at all.