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At night, A deserted road with street lights on. Pin-drop silence. From nowhere, an empty McDowell's whiskey bottle falls onto the road, breaks, and shatters into pieces. A guy wearing toned jeans, a T-shirt, and an overcoat walks unsteadily as the effect of alcohol kicks in, and blabbers loudly. "Riya! Poitila... Enna vittu poitila... Unna nan evlo love panaen theriyuma d" A few fearful voices erupt in the air. "Paathu da" "Akash, careful" "Anna paathu ungaluku engayachu adi patra pogudhu" Those voices go unheard by the person who threw the bottle. "Ini enoda life la love ngara pechukey ila. That is nowhere in my life" "Iyo Appa ku therinja enna aaga pogudho." As if by telepathy, the phone rings with the caller ID 'Raghav Appa'. "Pochchu seththom. Appa da" "Ennadhu mama va? Neenga epdiyachu pesi samalinga nan Akash ah poi pakaraen." "Hey Meera, nillu. Una thavara vera yar sonalum un mama kekamataru." "Mama ta neenga pesunga. Nan Akash ah poi pakarae" The phone is attended and put on speaker. Over call: "Enga avan!" "Mama inga dha mama irukan" Over call: "Enga irundhu vandhuchu indha pudhu palakam? Unga vayasula nan paakadha heartbreak ah da?" "Iyo Appa adhellam onu ila nanga paathu avana kootitu varom" A voice is heard from the mobile, a little away: "Raghav, Akash ku onu ilaila?" Over call: "Onu ila, Bulbul. Avanunga paathupanga. Olunga avana seekaram kootitu veetuku vandhu serunga." The call disconnects. They hear a lorry horn from where Akash is standing. "Hey lorry da" "Meera!"

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Constance Woodhull. Beautiful, graceful, polite... There were many ways to describe her, but soldier was not one she would have ever imagined. ~ Constance, the daughter of a wealthy judge, had all that she could have possibly wished for in her small town of Setauket. A nice home, a good group of friends, and even a small crush on the pastor's son, but all of that changed when the war began. With families torn and devastated, it took her time to realize her calling. Between her Patriot brother and Loyalist father, she, herself, felt the pressure of secrecy in the presence of danger. The question is- can she keep her secret?

The world that Rachel Devon Autumns lived in was dying. A bite from a mysterious stranger caused a sickness that was spreading, making victims turn into blood lusting murderers. The Heads have made a decision; to dispose of those who have turned. Rachel was a lucky one. Her genes were immune from the spreading sickness. But it starts to eat away the people around her, eventually dawning on the person she loves. She struggles to hide him, but also lives upon a horrible secret that is about to unravel... (Hello ;3 This story is moved from my word document which i've also uploaded to booksie, and i'm still typing it. Thanks for your patience and for reading it hope you enjoy my story xxx)

Ilang Heartbreaks pa ba ang kailangan kong pagdaanan bago ko makamtan ang kasiyahan? o magiging masaya pa ba ako? Will my life turn One hundred and eighty degrees? that from my Unlucky Love Story, it will become a Lucky Love Story?

when a British noble woman finds herself fighting for the freedom from her home country she just might find out that it's a hard task to manage especially with certain distractions along the way

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Something Anna's daughter does creates a terrifying nightmare. ((Annlett daughter- Halley Hewlett))

Wheeeeee, crack. And drabbles. Get some Hamilton shit here, some Turn shit, some I Made America shit, hell maybe even some normal American Revolution shit here. So this is basically alot of fanfiction about our founding daddies, alright? It might be AU or just normal 1700s whatever. It's probably gonna be cliche but I guess that might be alright. Some of it might also be crack if I get lazy and decide to pass my half- assed work as that. Anyway, prepare your mind for some cursing, disgusting attempts at writing, and horrible grammar and vocabulary. ;v