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Hour of Mercy Chapter 1Roku was lost. It didn't surprise him though; he was always lost. It didn't matter to him where he was anyway. He had been moving from town to town for years now. Every little village he passed by faded into his mind. Memories were made, and memories were lost. This had been his way of life for as long as he could remember. Walking to a different town every few days, keeping his hand warily on a black sword hilt, trusting no one. He grew used to the constant fear of attackers or muggers.Hour of Mercy Chapter 1
This little town was called Lailaena. It was a small port town, right against the sea. Docks penetrated the deep blue water, and ships rol


To Catch a Cold KillerAaron Kerr sat in his dark office alone, his feet propped up on the desk. The only light in the room was the stripes of sun from the ugly grey shades and a lamp on the desk, pointed away from the computer. Aaron flipped through a folder that had been mailed to his door that morning. Two days ago, in Long Island, New York, hotel tycoon Louis Jones was murdered in his private estate. At the crime scene, investigators found only a gun and broken glass. He turned the page over and glanced over the list of suspects. All of them were members of the household. Their family relationships had been dysfunctional and unstable, so it wasn't outrageous toTo Catch a Cold Killer


Emmi: Stop Calling Me..."Ami, it's time to go!"Emmi: Stop Calling Me...
Rachel's voice called from downstairs. Emmi was in her room practicing the flute when the thundering of Amaryllis's bag rolling obnoxiously down the stairs threw her off. She put down the delicate instrument and rushed downstairs to bid her sister and aunt goodbye.
"Don't miss us too much, Em." Rachel kissed her on the cheek. Amaryllis hugged her and then slapped her back playfully.
"I'm going to scan my room with a black-light when I get home and I'd better not see anything. I don't care what you two do in your bed, but mine is a different story."
Emmi wanted to get


A Quiet Kind of EmotionA short monologue for ages Young AdultsA Quiet Kind of Emotion
You always ask me the same thing. You ask me, "How do you feel today?", and I always say, "I don't know". I don't know. I mean... I don't feel normal things. Don't call me crazy, doctor, it's just... it's hard to explain. You know how people... feel things? Like, they feel happy, and sad. Or maybe they feel angry, or excited. But what about all the emotions that aren't named? Like... What I'm feeling right now. I'm not happy, but I'm not angry or sad. I'm not afraid... When I was little, I used to name all the emotions I felt that I couldn't name. Right now, I'm feeling misty. Like, t


Victor: Confession"Bye, Emmi."Victor: Confession
Victor hung up his phone and motioned to his companions. Natalie jumped from the bench she stood on to Jack's back. The smoker hooked his arms around her legs and ran to catch up to Victor.
"So? We goin'?"
"Sure are."
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They were outside of Emmi's house when Jack put Natalie down.
"Gnat, cig."
"Oh, right."
She grabbed the stick from his lips, licked her fingers and put it out. She placed it behind his ear.
"There!


Victor: You Wanna Know?The next day, Victor woke up, his hair sticking up in all directions. He was still letting his eyes focus when Natalie sprang through the door, her eyes wide and glistening.Victor: You Wanna Know?
"Oh good, you're up! Guess what?! You'll never guess!"
"Uh ."
"Ami is leaving for Portland with her aunt! Emmi is staying behind! Ami was just here, telling me goodbye! Nooo!"
Victor blinked painfully slow, not understanding anything his cousin had just said. Her eyes were wide, fear showing through them.
" Well why do you look so scared?" Victor managed to get out.
"Because none of my
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| My name is Hari Suzume. I am an amateur writer and a wannabe novelist. I write stories in my spare time, but most of my greatest work comes from my least favorite place; school. I can't draw to save my life. I love green tea, california rolls, cinnamon rolls, and love. And Crack Couple Fanfiction. ^.^ |
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The flower that blooms the latest will be the rarest and most beautiful of all.........
Sasu/Saku and Saku/Itachi Forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and yes, the occasional Sasu/Naru
Sakura is my being, self and consciousness!! In and out, I am beautiful!
Do you have any specific coupes you want to do? Or do you want me to make suggestions?
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Be bold, be bold, but not too bold,
Lest your heart's blood run cold.
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Crack Couples are the sex. If anyone wants to do any for me...
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If you have attempted Alchemy by clapping your hands or drawing an array, paste this to your signature.
it's your area of expertise!!!
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The flower that blooms the latest will be the rarest and most beautiful of all.........
Sasu/Saku and Saku/Itachi Forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and yes, the occasional Sasu/Naru
Sakura is my being, self and consciousness!! In and out, I am beautiful!
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Be bold, be bold, but not too bold,
Lest your heart's blood run cold.
~
Crack Couples are the sex. If anyone wants to do any for me...
~
If you have attempted Alchemy by clapping your hands or drawing an array, paste this to your signature.
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The flower that blooms the latest will be the rarest and most beautiful of all.........
Sasu/Saku and Saku/Itachi Forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and yes, the occasional Sasu/Naru
Sakura is my being, self and consciousness!! In and out, I am beautiful!
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If you think the country bad off now, just wait til I get through with it.
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Be bold, be bold, but not too bold,
Lest your heart's blood run cold.
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Crack Couples are the sex. If anyone wants to do any for me...
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If you have attempted Alchemy by clapping your hands or drawing an array, paste this to your signature.
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