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My aunt use to tell me stories, when I was a little girl, about dragons, fairies, and other kind of mythical creatures. She would spin tales of a gre..
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Be swift and merciful... death
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About a little girl who finds that magic does exists and has the courage to change the world.
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Today is a day like any other. Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth. The same old routine day in and day out. It may seem mundane, but th..
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Slowly do I slip into the darkness that is madness...
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I heard the sirens going off as I sat at my desk shuffling my papers
about project X and wondered what in the hell was going on. I heard the
loud ..
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After a simple breakfast of oatmeal, Angerona carefully got her grandmother in her favorite soft, brown leather recliner and tucked Agatha in for a n..
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I could hear the soft clicking noises of things turning on and off as I laid there slowly losing consciousness. I could feel myself slipping slowly, e..
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Angerona practically stomped to the front door and swung it open wide to reveal her two best friends. Both were grinning from ear to ear and that pis..
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I watched as the other doctors scramble around me while I continued to watch X and made sure she was soundly asleep upon her tiny haven. Grinning wick..
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