Tomac the Hunter or Her Fire, Her Light

I wrote this as part of a trade for my dear friend benedict and his exotic alt sona brekna. he'll be translating it into dunespeak, the language of kalem. i'll post a link when i have one!

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Moving Up (Intro)

Andrew looked at him "that's the benefits of living a life finally free of rules and regulations my dear friend" ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ **take two young men fresh out of college

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Sneak Preview: Chapter One

"well are you going to tell me, your dear friend or will i have to hold your coffee ransom." she smirked right back at him as she handed him back his change, jayne huffing in a quiet scoff.

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The Hawthorne Accord - Chapter 8

May the mother carry you swiftly, my dear friends."

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Puppy Love

A very very dear friend of mine wrote this, he had to use illusions for several books, as it was an english assignment. i think it turned out quite nicely, and in some ways, very sadly... ill leave it to you people to decide.

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Introduction

This is the introduction to a new tale, one my dear friend felldewan requested. i hope you enjoy it man!

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harsh reality

_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ the soft padded floor rose up to meet aedan as he fell to the ground from a smack aross the face by a guard "hello again my dear guest of honor" jerimahia purred his tail swishing "i bring news of your dear

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Clown Mare 7

"so, this is what canterlot looks like, my dear friends." shayde evilian spoke and looked at the gala. they walked into town and hoped to meet rane shackleton. they walked to a cheap hotel when shayde opened the door with his left hoof.

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Betrayal at it's Finest

Then using the pads of my fingers i close my dear friend eyes for the last time brushing the back of my hand across her soft cheek as i pulled it away. feeling something wet side down my own cheek i realize i'm starting to cry.

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Pride

Beaten, stabbed, shot at, disowned by family, out casted by all, and even lost a dear friend. what more do you want from me? do you want me to give up and be like you?

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Mystery Midnight

The next morning you wake up alone with a note left on the lingerie: 'dear friend, last night was wonderful and i hope it was special, please keep these clothes as a token of my gratitude, they may come in handy later \<3.

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On Depression

For some a dear friend is the answer, others counseling, expression, medication. the are even more solutions than those i have listed, but for some, there is not foreseeable answer which only leads to destruction. death.

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