One too many nights away from home

Chris sat down his letter pad with a long drawn out sigh... feeling his chest tighten a bit he swallowed what he know was another round of emmotions. He'd never been away from his family and home for so long and what at first seemed like a grand...

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Memories of a Fox

A meteor shower, i deduced out of my emotionally fogged brain. i mindlessly picked up my camera and began to snap away.

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Recolences (Macro Size Fiction)

Warning this story is emotional and sad. recolences ringtail and snep are © kereminde and me written by nines © nov 14 2021 edited (with a ton of improvements!) by kereminde this is a work of fiction.

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Treasured memories.

A past I look back at with clarity, memories with a warm glow. The ones it involves though, their memories are washed by the flow. Like a faded photograph to them it is unclear. It is enough to make me tear. Though the memory may fade, so long as I...

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How to Act Like a Dragon (A Wings of Fire Fanfic) Chapter 3

Okay, calm down. Just. Calm the freaking down. You don't wanna wake up because of this. JUST. CALM. DOWN. NOW! I was totally not calming down. If someone were to look at me now, I would probably look like a dragon that has eaten too much sugar...

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Prologue- I Just Want To Help People

Drip. Drop. The rain starts as a lights drizzle. The water starting to flow through gutters and onto the sidewalk. The slight breeze moving the leaves about, even making a few fly through the air. A slight rumble of thunder rumbles the town's...

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Sentinel

I have lost touch with a good friend who lived in the path of the monster super cell that wiped across the face of the United States these past two weeks. (End of October 2010) I have yet to hear back that she is ok, but I will continue to hope for the...

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Coming To Terms...

[i wrote this as a means of emotional release.

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Seekers: Chapter Eleven: Small Revelations

Location: Wastelands, Ocean. Closest City: New Vega. Time: 09:50am. Year: 2180, March 9th. I woke up to the feeling of The Cradle, rocking from left to right slowly. From what I had experienced for my short time aboard the ship, it had...

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Flying Mile High Chapter 17

11:04pm, Sydney Time: As the neighbourhood slept peacefully, Gwen sat with her back behind Joe in the bathtub as her fiancé slowly massaged her shoulders. Joe stopped for a quick break as he reached for a piece of Chocolate on the table next to the...

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The Last Mission.

It was a day like any other for the two, the commander, a Fox, was wearing his long green thin winter-type duster coat, along with long black boots and gloves, he greeted his best friend, a wolf just before their next mission, the wolf was wearing his...

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The book of secrets

# i cannot be judged by my cover for my cover doesn't show all out what goes on inside of me you have to read what i am all about the ink on these pages have become words once written down they try to show emotions and the mixed feelings in which

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