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  • Who We Were von Amalgimation
    Amalgimation
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    Who We Were is a short story. It is the first installment of three in "The Trilogy of Us". It is placed many years before the second story, in a place called The Plaguelands that was once the United States of America before it happened. Join our characters to see what happens and to who, in this dystopia series by high school author L.J. Arnold.
  • Who We Were Before The War (on hold) von NathanGreatan
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    What if one event could change history? For Cleo, her world is far different from our own. It's the 1920's, but not as you might know them. A war is raging between the authoritarian Nordic Alliance and the scattered Union of Resistance, tearing apart Europe as both sides struggle to gain a foothold on the destroyed continent. Cleo is just a hunter and a farmer, her only interest is getting by. Elliot is a Union soldier with a dark secret, on the run from both the Alliance and his own past. When fate brings them together, Cleo must put what little trust she has in this stranger as they travel across a war-torn Europe together in search of solace, and an end to the war. But in a world where no-one can be trusted, and danger lurks behind every turn, Cleo and Elliot must find something more between themselves. For their very survival depends on each other.
  • dark corners von -bananna-
    -bananna-
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    I find myself remembering us in the oddest of places at the most inappropriate of times. Random memories or thoughts can pop into my head with almost any trigger, the scent of your cologne on someone else, a jacket you wore once, a guns n' roses shirt, anything. I often hope for a split second that you'll come back with the flood of memories. But the real thoughts of us, the good, the bad, the beginning, the end, and all the bullshit in between, come from the dark corners. I've been catching myself wandering around the dark corners quite often lately.