A Hint of Defiance

A light knock at the door, but no one answers. They knock again and still no one answers. The deer was still very much asleep, not wanting to get up. Suddenly the door sways open slowly, as two figures press their way in. "He's still asleep?" a female...

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Something Wicked This Way Comes...

Something Wicked This Way Comes... Do you smell that? The scent of the hunt. It's been a while, but some stories just won't die. The tides are turning, and it's time to once again set foot in V-town. The old gang is still here, but they're too...

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Let Go for Tonight

Let go for Tonight © Tsumi Moogle '14 Characters Themselves. The energy building among the patrons of the club was palpable. While it was always a very busy place, with room to move fluidly without touching another body difficult to find, it was...

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Scent of the Moon Chapter 7

His was a musky scent, mixed with the faintest hint of blood, over all the layers there was the scent of wilderness, a forest newly wetted by a passing thunderstorm, rivers flowing, the acrid smell of autumn leaves decaying into the earth, more natural than

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Bittersweet Hint of Nostalgia

The way it was described to me made it sound as if the whole exchange had been friendly and cordial with a bittersweet hint of nostalgia. i guess the jaguar knew no matter how hard those other addicts, they couldn't be saved, but greg could.

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Nonbeings

How much time has passed since the moment I was sealed within this accursed stone cell? Time means little to me with nothing to do but slumber, watch, and listen. Much of my strength has returned after thousands upon thousands of nights, but not quite...

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Proclomation

"Sweetie, I'm home," exclaimed Kyle as he padded into his home. He removed his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack hanging off of the door. As he sat down, he heard his lover walking down from upstairs. "Hey, Kyle! How was work," asked the brown...

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nohope part one

[last hint and its big]the camerawas tossed up and fell on the ground outside the pit. its vision was fadeing out its last image was of the creatures from dead space:series . in the last moments of peace on earth my blood ran cold . i ran out the door.

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A Bitter-sweet (Mostly) Rivalry

A bitter-sweet (mostly) Rivalry. © Tsumi Moogle '11 Characters © Themselves. Hotdog day! Invariably the best - well, the only day that the cafeteria food matched a level of 'edible'. Sitting down to his tray and well-sauced meal, the Mog...

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The Binding of Tsumi

The Nomming of Tsumi. (C)Tsumi Moogle '11 Characters (C) Themselves. A thick plume of smoke filled the living room. Laying his head back, with his pipe rested practicedly in his fingers, Sam grinned to the roof warping languidly. His green eyes...

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Poem: Smiles (Kind of PG for hinting, but not specific)

He smiles at me And I smile back His hands, cold against me legs Brings my heart to race My breath quickens And he smiles wider Mesmerizing me with his lips and eyes I shiver from cold And his movement stops His smiles begins to fade ...

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