Dawn Tyme

Dawn Tyme The setting of this story is in that of a mythical place known as Ignasia. Where multitudes of animals inhabit the land, such as centaurs, griffins, and dragons. The way the world is set is by a middle earth where humans and other...

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Alien Tryst

Okay, to those that are reading: This is a story that was requested of me to do. As you will notice, it is a story taken after the Aliens movie. In a way, this story is an experiment, so please do not become offended by what you may read if you...

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Shipwrecked

+++Long story warning!!+++ Shipwrecked The warm rays of sunlight beat down upon her face, and her mind became focused on the gentle lapping of the water. She gingerly opened her eyes, the sunlight stabbed into her eyes...

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Medallion of Past

Catherine walked to the edge of the cliff, staring down into the surf along the beach as the sound and smells of the sea pierced her senses. The warm salty breeze slowly encased her, the trees rustling and gulls cawing. Her view fell on a small...

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Zrask Chapter 4

"Where are we going love?" asked Talaron as he leapt over a slimy puddle. Seraisa stopped and turned around and replied, "Sssomeplace new love, away from the village." She led him over a large mound of debris; a mound that looked like it was made...

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Zrask Chapter 3

That evening Talaron and Seraisa carved the kaza and shared it with the rest of the village, and after eating they retreated to her hut--though now it could be considered their hut. He slept in her arms through the night, listening to the insects,...

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Zrask Chapter 2

When he woke, Talaron found himself encased in Seraisa's arms, and tail. At first he started to panic, but he didn't feel any pain, and in fact it was comforting. He could hear some noises outside the hut, mostly that of insects and frogs, but he could...

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Zrask Chapter 1

**Zrask** He could smell the mire before it ever came into sight--a sickly stench of death and decay. There was a light fog about the ground that crept from the swamp, almost as if the swamp were creeping further out into the woods. Even the...

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Fluctuation: Sister Vixen's Debriefing

It took a few good tugs to pull my stiletto from her rib cage. I then stood there for a bit and let the cool Tokyo rain wash her crimson life force from my cold steel. It was good of you to choose me as the executioner for this mission, masters...

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