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It is sad when you forget how to talk. When you are so angry it seems like someone is stealing your ablility to breathe. You cannot talk, your voice i..
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Artic is a youth at the age of fourteen, he lives in an orphanage, his mother died when he was just a baby, his father no one knows, he doesnt get alo..
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Shoving the large oak doors open, Artic stalked out into the warmth of the sun and almost winced from the sudden light in his eyes. He glared around a..
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Articstared down at the plate of what they called food and grimaced, looking up at the others wondering who in their right mind would eat this.
All..
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He inhaled deeply, the scent was intoxicating. Bitting harder, piercing through tissue, he felt the warm liquid pulse forward. His heartbeat beating l..
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Leaping out of bed he took up all the sheets and walked as quietly as possible to the fire place that still burned, just enough. He dumped the sheets ..
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A Moscow police officer and his brother investigate a series of violent murders which appear to be the work of a sadistic serial killer, and search fo..
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"There was another one last night." My friend spoke up from behind his desk, scanning some documents.
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