Two Worlds: Riding Insanity (9)

The next story is going to be called, "penalty shot" that's all i'm gonna say ;d ennjjjoyyyy :p

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Running With Angels

That he'll be on that bridge   story's sinking in his pain, his fight, his life no living thing should know that greif my heart begins to hurt but then i think...

Meet & Greet - Part II

  "story of my life. yeah, let's see... sara's not human anymore, technically, so... yeah, yeah, i guess you are." i smiled and clapped dl on the shoulder. "don't worry, you're one of the group."

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another test, do not read

I do not own the rights to the my little pony franchise or any of the characters used in this story other than jason.

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Tina's Story Chapter 48 Health Spa

  story by spikey pete ray and tina by gray muzzle this one is for you gray muzzle hope you enjoyed it.

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Rails Of Ice: Part 1 Sneak Peek

#2 of rails of ice now i now all of you have been anxious to see how i'm doing on the new story, so i'll just give you guys a sneak peek ;3 nickel let out a small moan as he sat up in his got, reaching up he rubbed the back of his neck and popped

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Starcruiser: First Dance.

Wednesday, september 26, 2012   story by: hid ras fallar/fallar rasyre. the battlecruiser: first flight! !!!warning disclaimer!!! : read at your own discretion. this story contains no (_soooorrrrryyy_!)

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A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (14)

  story will advance in two days or when enough responses have been garnered.

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The Fast Life And Times Of The Indy Punk

  story 2 - the stranger alright kiddies, heres a fun story for you.

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A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (16)

  story will advance in two days or when enough responses have been garnered.

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A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (17)

  story will advance in two days or when enough responses have been garnered.

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A child's laughter

  story of my life, one of clouds and thunderstorms. glory of every morn, none of pouts and emotional qualms troughs and hills, grins and tears. what's left is an empty shell, nothing but makeup.

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