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The coming storm

I sat looking out over the emerald lawn looking up to a sky which had turned from azure blue to a blanket of...

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11) Friday Night

He had drank too much. He had taken too many drugs. He couldn’t handle the cocktail of intoxicants in his body. He hated...

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Kozar

Kozar rested his head against the tree, if you could refer to the gargantuan monstrosity he was using for cover as a tree....

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Crimson

I squeezed my hands tighter around her neck and I could feel the heat radiating from her face as it turned a brighter...