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Quinn woke up the next day in a funk. His bedhead was unruly, deciding not to fight it Quinn sat on the corner of his mattress. Staring at the ground ..
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The night before..
Harrison was pacing up and down his shop mumbling to himself. The glass shard lay on his desk. Shirley was on her perch, eyes an..
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Taylor woke up, combed her hair, rinsed her mouth and washed her face in a basin her father had set out in the bathroom every morning. The water was w..
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"What do you mean THEY took her, Harrison?"
The more Quinn inquired, the heavier Harrison sobbed. Taylor threw the hankerchief on his lap and H..
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As Quinn left the shop and the others behind, his mind began to wander. How long had it been since he went to the Black Market? The first time he visi..
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Quinn could always hear the sound of the market before he actually saw it. Next would come the smell of the spices, and there it was. Merchants, scave..
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"So what ya here for Quinny?", said Squid.Quinn rolled over onto his back while trying to get up."Hey, not so fast there."Squid nudged with his foot Q..
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Read it.
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Hello. If you are reading this then you will have been a living example of my theory, the theory of progression. You walked to your computer, turned o..
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I could hear them outside the door. The flames from the fireplace cast my shadow against the wall, it danced drunkenly about as I pressed my ear harde..
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