"They Called Him 'Fire' "

"they called him fire" by ken anderson, 2 june, 2017 so many years, lifetimes ago, they saw him walking by the sea. their curious eyes found something new, so they wondered what he could be.

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The Poetical Answer

ken graham's name was written right above his daughter's. "god, she was in my class. and timothy pless--is that connie's brother?" "husband. shelley mill's brother-in-law. it was ken's boat they were on, though. caught in an early storm, i think.

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A simple story I ( 10 /22 )

ken could not remain silent, but he knew he had to remain professional and polite too. « we're fine, thank you. - you see me happy. not a too hard day ? » ken was silent.

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Springtide of the Black Rose: Chapter 9: Divided Thoughts

She said, following the painted trail of ink that ken's id mysteriously left behind.

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"A Familiar Fantasy"

A familiar fantasy by ken anderson , 12 october, 2018 when i retire, often late at night, when the drink and the smoke have awakened my sight, i close my eyes, and clear my mind, and just drift away, leaving earth behind.

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Chapter 52: Beginning of a Nightmare

He saw izzy, henry, gennai, andromon and ken busied themselves. al greeted them. "morning guys." "hey, champ. sleep well?" ken asked. "not really. how is everything?" al asked while rubbing his eyes. "it is normal, for now." andromon replied.

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D.M.O.N. - Chapter 2

Izzy and ken are with gennai. and the rest are patrolling the real world." "i see, so it will be our turn to log in next?" said kari responding the report, and then go to the mini kitchen to get some drink and take out the dinner set.

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My High School Life Begins

Call me ken," he says as i shake his paw. "right, ken it is," i say, assuring to him that i'll use that name next time. "anyways, i should probably go.

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Hurricane Kim Chapter 24

The image of a man who had pointed a rifle at a ken just a few months ago and telling him to get out of the country he had been born in.

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Hunting Ground

Common man— to fell this prey would take no plan, i found its lair inside a cave, a place that others dared not brave, on walls he'd painted broken dreams, with meat and teeth and hair and screams, i saw my quarry only then— a monstrous thing beyond my ken

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