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Death...that's all he could see, as far as his eyes could see it was nothing but blood and bodies, strewn about as though caught in an explosion. And the most prevalent bodies, the ones that were at his crimson boots, were his parents, and a strange...

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Why Me?

Why Me? Prologue "Mommy? Mommy where are you? Why does it hurt? It's so dark mommy...The pain is going away now mommy...mommy? Is that you mommy? I want to see daddy...why won't daddy come back mommy? Mommy..." I woke up with a gasp, sitting...

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Merry XXX-mas

'Clip, clip, clip' was the sound that had everyone's head turning. "Fill my halls with long one oh boy! Falalalalalalalala. Fuck, me 'til I'm screaming in joy. Fa la lala la la...

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Forbidden Love, TakatoXRenamon

_'Reeet....Reeeeeeetttt...Reeeeeet...Ree-'_ That was the sound of my alarm clock before I hit the snooze button. I could already hear my dad calling from downstairs for me to get up and get ready for school. "Takato hurry up! You don't want to be late...

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Kidnapped

"They're at it again Arius..." "The hell are you talking about Myra?" "Those stalker, fanboys, whatever you wanna call'em... Those weirdoes, they're at it again... Look at this." "Flora & Fauna, greatest thing to happen to reaperdom since Alexis was...

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Home, why don't I have one?

I'm so tired...and I'm not talking about being sleepy, but i am that which lets me think clearer than when I'm awake...I'm talking about, your very soul itself is feeling the strain and just wants to give up and crawl away. Ever since i left Detroit...

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Waking Nightmare

My eyes are wide open, sweat constantly dripping from my brow and nose while bile dripped from my open mouth. My helmet lay abandoned in the mud, I spit at it spitefully, spattering the small, singular-eye covering visor with the remains of my lunch....

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