Finished Folds (21—40)
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2business windows, letting out the smell and sound of industry. Those were the days, when anyone who was anyone had been to Boston and seen the steam-trains, and any man worth his
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5ing in the dark of my room; a fallout prison. I wonder when I will finally blow. When this pressure in my head will finally build past the help of Ibuprofen and promises. Radiation
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2run if that woman came at him again with that needle. He remembered Dad going on about it a few months ago: " It's unconstitutional! Take away a kid's right to say ' up yers!' "
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6at first didn't know what to think of the thing... that was, until it began to scurry from the doorframe and across his ceiling. Then of course he found it only appropriate to yell
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5I may only be an imaginary friend, but I'll be damned if Mr. Monty Buffit is going to be Forgotten like the rest of those poor made-up bastards! I'll be sure the boy never forgets
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3struck it rather hard in the head with what looked like an oversized pencil, with had already been broken in two by the cat which had just been eaten. Alice then told the squirrel
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6Elemental. A being of steam and fire. That was what I was, what I had become. I had once been a wizard, a man of logic and skill. Now a sweltering creature of hell and instinct
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8I shot every round I had into that thing.
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2Well, I suppose you only live once. Not that skydiving would ensure the continuation of that life. Nonetheless, the love of my life was convinced it would finally rid me of my fear
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3"Bah, I don't believe a word of it! You must be outta your mind to think a god would speak to a mortal such as yourself. You're not even a noble!" Callus shook his head. " I did. I
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3It hurt. God, it hurt. I thought I'd never die after I saw that blade cut me down. But I did die. I saw myself lying there with those terrifying empty eyes. I died. But... what is
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2Hey. My name is Donovan. Well, I have a title now, but I still can't get the hang of it. Something about being called Blackblade just feels weird.
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6Up. Down. Up. Down. The twisted game of gravity. The cruel litany of man after man at the gallows. Up. Down.
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4An orc and an elf, imagine that. I never thought my son would ever get out of these mines, let alone find such a pretty thing to marry. An adventurer... who ever heard of that from
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3" Fishing? I thought you were a vegan." the boy grinned down at her. " You assume there will be fish. This is a MIND of course, never know what could be in here." her brows rose.
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2I gasped for air as the water ran down my face, rivulets cutting paths down my skin. I had fazed out again, and now I had nearly drowned in the bath. This was all because of that
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5across the corpse's neck, the blue lines chilling my own blood as I looked upon it. This had been a man once: strong, healthy; now bloated and cold laying in the river as it rained
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3and spilling the contents of her bag (which were extremely numerous for a bag of that size.) and careening away from me with a cry and a drop of her feathered hat. I gasped in pain
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3me that damn song, as much as it irks me, I can't get it out of my head. I groaned as I heaved myslef out of bed. Another day of summertime, and just a bit longer till senior year
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3the crisp shadow of a passing bird skirting across the moon's face as the constellations gleamed above. She looked down at the river below the bridge, seeing the stars diving under