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X75A Story by Kristoffer KindhA short story inteded for a game |
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come againA Poem by sweta'karman'The picture faints ,a smile follows ,and the whinning too starts to wane |
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Uncovering LynthiaA Book byJames Layton is just an ordinary kid who loves video games. That's until he discovers the hidden world of Lynthia. It's his game, at his fingertips. W.. |
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~*A Deadly Game*~A Poem by Riku-chan... |
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This Game Called LoveA Poem by Amila JaySeems like it was only yesterday That we got involved in this game called love Those fairytale lies that we used to tell each other .. |
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The crying gameA Poem by EmpressPoetessThe sun is setting behind me a vision of gold Your walking away from me is a vision so cold My eyes shimmer, damp with grief our love is dyin.. |
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GameA Story by WorriedkattThoughts about a lot of comments recently. |
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GhostA Story by ❀ Gabriela Ϭ..The part 2 to 'Breathe'. The reason I'm still terrified of that basement... |
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PSPortable: You Know Your Party AI is Stupid When...A Chapter by Haeshin1.) They get stuck on curving corners. 2.) It takesa minimum offive seconds for them to start fightingafter the enemy has them surrounded. 3.) T.. |
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The Blame GameA Book by Destiny NewjadeA mystery... Who is to blame? |
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PrologueA Chapter by Destiny NewjadeA mystery... Who is to blame? |
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esotericA Chapter by freelancejousterunderstand me, young lass, that you've no reason to be angry, i must say that that frown upon your pretty little face makes you look a li.. |
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2: Investigation of A. McCarthy, Age 42.A Chapter by Destiny NewjadeA mystery... Who is to blame? |
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Catch the BallA Story by ArchiaAbout a footbal game |
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DreamlandA Poem by CrifaYou're living in a dream land,Where everything is alright,Where people are linked like a band,And nobody ever fights.Reality is not the same,You cause.. |
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ExsanguinateA Chapter by Jesse LancasterA dream upon waking. |
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Watch It BurnA Poem by JazmenIts breath like smoke in the winter airRough winds blowing its silver-white hair.Like glass, its eyes are glazed and dampThe horizons fire lights them.. |