The Beginning of Vessel and Many Other Worlds

In the beginning, there was only a void of nothingness. There was no time to tell how long it existed and no space for it to exist, it was truly nothing. Until the moment that two gods broke that nothingness, by merely existing. These gods were Astra...

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Public Enemies: Meet the Characters

Anyway just to let you know....this is not part of the series i was planning to write!

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Industrial Zone Series 3 Episode 1 - Round 4

A series of warning beeps began as the timer started. "five..." helen shrieked, looking around frantically at the inside of the gunge machine as skye and yasa joined in the countdown.

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Writing Tips vol. 3

Nothing frustrates a reader more than a great series ending abruptly because the author ran out of story ideas. you must be sure to keep consistency. if you are writing a long series, make sure key elements remain the same.

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Tales of the Huntsville Mayors #16- A Fine See-Saw Series

With that, huntsville goes up 3-2 as the series moves back to tennessee.

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The Queen's Guardian

She panted out, her voice ragged and trembling as the hips gave a series of short jabs and rubs.

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USC Sonic Underground X series 3 finale review

I haven't seen this thing in a while, and was hunting it down ... mainly to review it, but i truly do love this series...

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Science for the Sci-fi Writer: Dark Matter

For a while now i've been wanting to write a series of articles about the 'science' in science fiction.

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Evolution - Prologue

#1 of evolution the start of my newest series, one that came to me while playing flexible survival. this has nothing to do with "first time", "bitn" or anything else related to those to series.

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Cutting to deep.

#1 of finding one's true self webseries so i'm going to be writing a web series here to help pass writer's block on the novels i'm officially working on that i intend to publish. finding ones true self is a series about one man, one furry.

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Sentient (working title)

Tulips, I remembered. Those were my, I mean, his favorite flowers. I continue to tend his, I mean, my garden. I wrapped several vibrant colors into a bouquet. Recalling, the tulips appeared unfitting as I laid them upon his chest. No expression meant...

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