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FOREWORD
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
FOREWORD The year is 2999 and yet the post is 2016. Some of you are wandering how this is possible. Others already have theories. This au..
The Chosen
A Book by
Jared Grace
Four young adults are tied together by tragedy. Their actions can determine the fate of humanity.
A not so happy reunion
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
CHAPTER ONESHAWN The woods were still and quiet. Only the chirping and singing of birds could be heard. I hid behind the trees, breathing in all of..
A not so happy reunion 2
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
CHAPTER TWO"The world is ending?" I burst into laughter. I almost fell out of my chair. Her face remained somber. "You finished laughing?" I..
Decide
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
CHAPTER THREETHALIAIt is the end of the 21st century. Science has to developed to the point where men can become the monsters they already were ins..
The Elves
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
CHAPTER 4"Your friend is coming for you. He recently joined the Rangers. Any idea as to the connection between all these events?" The prison was..
A Time To Kill
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
He run through the bushes, the trees nothing but a blur. His senses were heightened and he was on full alert. He could hear the bats flapping ..
Six
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
SEVEN10 years ago "Jason, there's no such thing!" "Yes there is Shawn. And to survive in this world you must be an even greater and stronger..
Seven
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
SevenTHALIA When I left to join Atlas's crew, the first day was mayhem. There was a lot of singing, a lot of bad singing. Fueled by drinking prob..
REFLECTIONS
A Chapter by
Jared Grace
REFLECTIONSMira I was practicing archery and the bulls-eye was more than five hundred yards away. I exhaled , concentrated. Felt the bulls-eye ..
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