In the World After: Chapter 2

\*If you didn't read the notes above, READ THEM! Thank you :) 6 years ago was when it all started. A virus, a disease that sprang from the back woods of Scandinavia, fast and incurable. It took only 2 months until outbreaks began to pop up in the...

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College Life; Part One

This story, in its complete entirety, will likely contain urophagia (urine/watersports), bdsm, rape (and other forms of sexual assault, either verbal or physical), pansexual sex themes, mild gore (such as gentle, yet probably bloody, scratching and biting)

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When the phone rang...

When the phone rang at midnight, I knew I would be dead before the morning. Nonetheless, I quickly gathered all that I could to defend myself; a heavy flashlight, my husband's baseball bat...whatever I could find. The phone kept ringing, relentless...

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Inner Light - 04: Everything Black

_“Good job, my boy!" He says._ _“Did I really do it well, Dr. Weeny?"_ _He lovingly messes the small kid's mop of messy hair.“Yes, you almost reached One's grades and successfully surpassed Two's record!"_ _The kid's yellow eyes widen in...

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Fight For The Bone

Contains mild gore. please comment! feedback is always nice. :3 in the dry, arid desert, food is scarce. there is a bone lying in the sand, lost and forgotten.

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Memories of a Painful Past - Chapter One

A tear drop slowly ran down the red cheek of the dragon, a pained look on his face. "My past..." He said, choking. "You have no idea what pain is.... no idea.... very well, I will tell you the story of when I lost everything. When my whole world was...

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War's Oversight - Chapter 12 (incomplete)

Incomplete ch. 12 -- i'll either finish this in place, or upload a ch. 13 and call this 'done' mild gore warning war’s oversight all rights reserved copyright © 2019 by shiantar this is a work of fiction.

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Dance of Shadows ch. 1

Resting his chin against his clenched fist, Gabin's amber eyes scanned over the data pad built into his chair's armrest. Occasionally tapping a tab that caught his interest or, with a flick of his wrist, moving on to the next bit of information...

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