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Chapter Two: MemoriesA Chapter by T. LoganIt was a chill autumn evening a number of years ago, twelve, to be exact. Kynan and Kyrill were little back .. |
Chapter Three: Of Horses and SecretsA Chapter by T. LoganTorin hadn’t realized how much she had missed the sent of a stable until she set foot in one for the f.. |
Chapter Four: What Does Love Have to do With it?A Chapter by T. Logan |
Chapter Six: Breakfast and BallgownsA Chapter by T. LoganTorin woke up an hour past sunrise the following morning and dec.. |
Chapter Eight: ComfortsA Chapter by T. LoganThe ball had ended abruptly after the ‘incident’, al.. |
Chapter Eleven: No More RunningA Chapter by T. LoganAzure as the ocean, her eyes slowly opened, looking around the darkened room in confusion. It was famili.. |
Chapter One: The Beginning of the EndA Chapter by QAn introduction to the characters, their dispositions, abilities, and the harsh world in which they live, this chapter sets the dark tone of the situa.. |
Chapter Twelve: WarA Chapter by T. LoganIt was a little past ten in the morning when the note came. Torin was relaxing by the window in the boy&.. |
Chapter TwoA Chapter by QSRJ is still in enemy hands and resorts to desperate measures in order to protect military secrets. Things take a turn for the unexpected though, and .. |
Chapter Thirteen: TransformationsA Chapter by T. LoganThe day after the twins left, Torin realized she had to do something. Though she promised Kye she wasn&rsqu.. |
DanceA Poem by BeautifulmaddnessDrifting, swaying watch her dance Around as if she's in a trance She spins and twirls through the night Perfect beauty in moon light W.. |
EnigmaA Book by MollyWhat in the world is the strangecreatre that ends up on the porch of an ex-military family? A person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficu.. |
Dear ButterflyA Poem by ErosNthanatosDear butterfly I addressed thee,Not to come and play so near me.For you are wrecking this poor mind’s sanityThat I’m clinging on so helple.. |
I Caught a RavenA Poem by AnoxicA poem about the freedom of a soul and our love for it. Yet, we seek to control it so that it suits our needs. Originally written for a woman I knew t.. |
WaxworkA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe Waxworks of Nathaniel Trask Had an entrance that was grim, Beneath a couple of arches There were gargoyles, looking in. He&rsq.. |
NaziA Book by touchtheskyWill Emma escape the Nazis grasp with the help of one of their own or will he then his back on her. Is she falling in love with her enemy? I know it's.. |
Chilvalry is Not Dead...It Was MurderedA Poem by profetik777Chivalry is not dead...it was murdered: chivalry is not dead...it was murderedand it was a slow and painful deathboys lost their spines by the time th.. |