Wretched Joe

Over the course of those months, word spread through town that wretched joe's head was full of sheep's teeth! from then on, wretched joe was a memory and wooly joe was a happily-married man.

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Wretched and Divine

"Alright.... Eight ball middle pocket..." the firm and focused crow said out loudly as he leaned over the pool table. Gently he lifted his pool cue up onto his wing and started to slide it back and forth between his outstretched wintips, taking careful...

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Crusty's Carriage [Interactive Story/Noddule]

. <3a creaking carriage sits in the street waiting for you, the wretched driver impatiently staring down at you. you must decide whether or not to take a journey and, more importantly, where you will go.

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The Call of the Wretched Sea, Chapter 1: An Eye

#1 of the call of the wretched sea she couldn't remember how it had happened. the serenity of life on land had long been since stripped away, dragging her out to an endless sea which she couldn't escape.

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The Call of the Wretched Sea, Chapter 2: Below The Sun

Friends and family were that of a distant dream, nothing but this endless, wretched sea remained. her companion silence, her ally solitude, her soul shared in isolation.

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In the Shadows of Kryckwood - Ch. 9 (MHO)

Well, first you'll have ta fetch a fruit of the wretched wood." "...wretched wood?" kuna asked dubiously. "that... sounds ominous." "yeahhh... why's it called that? and where would we find that?" lykou added.

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Darkness and Starlight 24 - Love and Hate Collide

By being treated like nothing more than a wretched object of a dark legacy! do you know how long it has been since i had to feast on a wretched soul?!"

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Prison On Paper

Get me out of this filthy, wretched skin! bring me back to you! obsession! that a piece of filthy pornography can dominate my days can shake me so--drive me to wretched madness is this lonely, bitter me... the real me?

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The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VIII Chapter 34

Hands automatically nocked an arrow, the tip aiming at the running wretched, right at the beginning of the group, tip of the arrow directed at the rising wall of the hill.

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