Take Me Home, Country Roads

Existence can be likened to a river, time constantly flowing from one point to another, lives born aloft in its stream like leaves as it travels constantly. In some places the river is harsh rapids, in others it is calm and still. The lives do not move...

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Life and love in Urban Bohemia

Life and love in Urban Bohemia By Acherontia Styx Consider a world. From afar, it appears as a sapphire-blue orb, lost in the inky blackness of space, a world so forlorn and alone it begs the question of its very existence. Greater minds...

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One Fox's Story

Cheers to Heir\_of\_faust for proofreading this; thanks buddy Chapter One Too much love will kill you, If you can't make up your mind; Torn between your lover, And the love you leave behind. You're heading for disaster, Because...

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A comedy of errors

Jake quickened his pace down the corridor, silently cursing himself for sleeping so late. Damn it, he thought, on all the days for his alarm clock to break, it had to be today, just when Jefferson was on his ass about this paper. A quick glance to both...

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Coker

Trying his very hardest to be quiet, Tam slid his key into the lock, wincing a little as the sound of the lock turning seemed to echo in the empty hallway. It was still dark inside his room, so he slipped inside, holding his breath with exaggerated...

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8 x 10 Glossies - Pt 1

Click. The white burst of the flash chased away what shadows still hung about the room, the light casting in sharp relief edges and lines in fur and limb, but that would all be softened later in post-production. Click. Writhing,...

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Swansong

A wise man once said, long ago, that only one thing will grow in a garden of despair. Nothing else will grow in such a vile, desolate place, all things turning to ash eventually. All things but one; Hope. No matter how rank and vile the...

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8 X 10 Glossies, Part two

Click. Piper was in the studio now, waiting for the new photo shoot to begin, staring disinterestedly at the crowd of milling beasts in front of him as they scurried about their own business, tightening this and fixing that, their eyes constantly...

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