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Think of this story like Skyrim, but with steampunk added to it. There's elves, orcs, ogre, dragons and all other mythical creatures and new ones as w..
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What is this? Fading fast beyond our grasp; ticking, tocking. Ev'ry hour stalking; like its prey, we're hunted - a wild game devoured.
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Paper roses and firefly kiss; all up in smoke, by this which imposes, as daylight exposes-
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I have the most wonderful news to share...
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James Alec, a writer from the present day; finds himself transported into what appears to be his own unfinished novel, in which the year is 3079 where..
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James Alec, a writer from the present day; finds himself transported into what appears to be his own unfinished novel, in which the year is 3079 where..
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Hands stained ink of black and red. On the brink of what was said,
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Tick, tick, tock! Tick, tick, tock! Gone are the days, we hold for granted. Ticking away, our life in canted.
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How cruel is fate, throwing a fork in my road? But I berate that my dues be owed.
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Bleeding ink from my fingertips, my heart pours out to you. Word for word it lingers, drips; a snow white canvas tainted. I plead my words, a solemn d..
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