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Chapter VIII - Gate, or: the meeting of future fri..A Chapter by Eugene Conard“Would you rather have really big feet or really big hands?” I asked.Sterling leaned back against the gate and scratched his head. “.. |
Chapter FourA Chapter by Raven Starhawk1 Why worry about death when you have no control over it? Heather wretched away from the chain and in the dim glow radiating fro.. |
To Ask For Some More Odd JobsA Story by OhiomanA young man goes inside a house to ask for some more odd jobs to do and finds a friend's mother doing something that gives him other ideas. |
PrologueA Chapter by DragonGrindleAnd in the beginning, there were two. |
MechanicalA Book by DragonGrindleA story about a chimera named Rhys, and how his world is not as loving as it was first advertised. |
A Necessary Job of The Worst SortA Story by spaceThe woman’s spouse had died months ago, yet she remained in her traditional black lace gown, as by tradition of the society required of the wi.. |
Texas DrawlA Poem by roarkeOne hot Texas afternoon. |
The Snow DragonA Story by Matthew SennThings get ugly a starving hunter unknowingly takes shelter with one of the most feared creatures known to man. The result is neither pretty or expect.. |
Raising the next Demon Lord Chapter 4A Chapter by Angelo KingstonRaising the next Demon Lord Chapter 4 Part 1The warrior woman, Abagail Pewter stood encircled by Clayton and his band of blood thirsty d.. |
Chapter IX - Window, or: the part where expectatio..A Chapter by Eugene Conard“My name’s Roland Rice,” the injured man said. “I’m a traveling merchant.”“A merchant?” I asked.&ldquo.. |
Far TomorrowA Book by Regular SamaA story about the misadventures and growth of Edgar Wildwest, a not so ordinary boy in a world where Powers and modern technology mix together in the .. |
Chapter FiveA Chapter by Raven Starhawk1 Before her the stretch of hallway rippled, churned with a growl and bleed like watercolors. She slowed in her footsteps, her fingers c.. |
Not Like The MoviesA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoI'm not. Am I? Who would know? |
Heavens (No)KnowA Poem by Chase DylanAn avoided beat... |