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AtPS 1.1 by angelsarefascists by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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AtPS 1.1 by angelsarefascists

Chapter One At the head of the ornate table, King Edgar Abendroth raised his glass and called for the ceremony to commence. Our butler, Fergus, carried in a large decanter and began to pour its contents into all of the glasses at the table, save those of my two youngest siblings. When the man had finished, having filled the king's last, he quietly exited the dining hall while Edgar toasted the feast. My brothers Ambrose and Oren, as well as my eldest sister, Faustine, brought their chalices up just as I did. We were all of the age where our father allowed us - and sometimes forced us - to partake. Satisfied that her children were

MoG CH2 - Alice by awesome1996 by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

Hunters by pool-of-blood by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Hunters by pool-of-blood

It was a time of great turmoil. Demons roamed free and only a few were able to do something about it. These people were the hunters. Hunters were people who, at some point in their lives had been hurt by the demons. Most people had, but the hunters had something else going for them. They were psychics. Liam was a hunter, one of the best. He was so powerful that demons never wanted to face him. Most hunters were weak compared to demons and had to team up to face them, never one on one. Except Liam. He didn't even think about wanting back up when going up against demons, he knew he could take them. When Liam decided to face the most powerful

Worlds by 1johnny-depp-lover2 by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

Out by TheLightsWentOutIn99 by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Out by TheLightsWentOutIn99

When I was four, my grandparents’ house started sinking into Halfway Bay. It was a slow process, but it started with a bang. I was playing in the front yard when a horrible sound of sliding stone hit me. A four-inch-wide crack had split the ground in front of me, leaving the house separated from the rest of the land. My grandmother was busy removing the blooms from the annuals when the yard split. She jumped up and ran to me when the ground broke. “Are you all right?” she gasped. “Yes,” I said. I was fine. It was grandma that didn’t look all right. Her face was too pale and she was breathing hard. I thought s

A dream by JulietteSeven by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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A dream by JulietteSeven

I entered the room and closed behind me the heavy wooden door. "Take off your shoes, or you'll spoil the moquette." Said a coquettish voice. I obeyed and left my mocassins by the entrance. Everything was pink in the room: the walls were pink; the curtains were pink; the furniture was pink, and, of course, the carpet was pink. Even the little girl sitting at the tea table was wearing a candy-colored taffeta dress, that looked like a meringue. The hair, by contrast, was black as oil and plaited in two buns; but they were so dark, as if someone glued two balls of wool to the sides of the head of the little girl. Ah, that girl. I though

Pride by sejongkim1979 by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Pride by sejongkim1979

Once upon a time, Bill, the kind owner of a reputable furniture resale shop told his assistants, Orphen and Wurtz, that the wood on some old used chairs was rotting. With great sadness, he asked them to take the unusable chairs to the back of the store and break them apart. However, he wanted them to salvage as much wood as possible so that the youths of that village could learn to create furniture. Just then, a wandering drunk stumbled into the store merely to use the restroom. He heard the owner's words and ran out of the store. "They're demolishing furniture in there! Don't sell your wares to this store!" he yelled. Although the man's bo

Ripples Pt I by sejongkim1979 by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Ripples Pt I by sejongkim1979

The door opened with only a soft swoosh as Jessica anxiously walked into the hospital room. Of the two hospital beds in the room, one was empty, the linens folded neatly on top. In the other bed lay Jeremy. Bandages were wrapped tightly around Jeremy’s head and his closed eyes seemed to sink into deep pockets. Beside his bed, a tube continually fed fluid through the needle in his arm. The sight made her heart hurt and she hesitated before putting a hand on his. “Jeremy, can you hear me? It’s Jess.” There was no response from him. She softly squeezed his hand somehow expecting that through her will, he would regain conscio

Sg - 5. Deciding by Ebony-Snow by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Sg - 5. Deciding by Ebony-Snow

Each second became a lifetime as he waited. Having accepted his death, he wanted nothing else but for it to finally come about. The sword stirred the air around it, and the breeze filled One-Sixteen’s ears with a whispered wailing. He made no sound himself, kneeling in silence. There was no point in pleading, and the idea of tears never occurred to him. His muscles tensed in the final second, thoughts consumed with dark anticipation. And yet, at the second he expected it all to end, the blade didn’t fall. Instinct took control of his body, and he threw himself forward, arm outstretched and straining for the sword. As soon as

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AtPS 1.1 by angelsarefascists by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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AtPS 1.1 by angelsarefascists

Rain by bleedingbellezza by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Rain by bleedingbellezza

Jamie ran out of the house so fast Luke had to sprint to catch up to her once she got outside. God, he thought, she was a vision in the rain. Her long blonde locks flowing behind her as the rain tried to bat it down. And finally she stopped and crossed her arms over her chest. "Jamie come back inside you're getting soaked!" "No Luke! Leave me alone!" "You know I can't do that!" Luke replied with anger towards his best friend since before he could remember. And why she ran away from him when he entered the room confused him even more than why she was standing out here in the middle of the night in the pouring rain. "Yes you can Luke just g

Arc Angel_description+teaser by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Arc Angel_description+teaser

When three unsuspecting teenagers are visited by the Organization XII, they are convinced that what they are doing is for the better. But in the end, what they helped create only ended up destroying them. As punishment for their sins, they are sent back to their universe to help stop what they started. Given new strange powers, Braeden, Sachiel, and Rena fend against the Organization and their counterparts in hopes of gaining their rightful places in heaven, along with stringing together the few scattered memories they have left.

Arc Angel_Intro-The Nightmare by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Arc Angel_Intro-The Nightmare

Kingdom Hearts 2: Arc Angels Intro - The Nightmare ________________________________________ A trail of blood slowly slipped away from the young woman's side as she attempted to drag herself into the darkened room. As she crawled out of the beams of moonlight that streamed from her window and moved into the shadows, her breaths became shorter and more widely spaced. Time seemed to be running out. She propped herself up against one of the four walls and clutched her side tightly, letting her head lean against the wall. She closed her eyes and winced in pain when suddently a man with his entire body draped in a long, black robe swung open

The Sun by angelsarefascists by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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The Sun by angelsarefascists

Chapter 1 The buzz of the alarm awakens me. I ache all over. Lying in a chair across the room is Daine, my cousin. I remember we went hunting together last night. No, not for animals...for vampires. Daine and I are witches, just like our parents and grandparents before us. And contrary to popular beliefs, we do not ride broomsticks or wear pointy hats or even use wands. I am just like you. I am not immortal and blood does run through my veins, only my blood is much more satisfying to the Nosferatu, 'the living dead'. "Are you awake, Wren?" Daine whispers across the dimly lit room. "Yes... Are you?" I say playfully. "Very funny..." I app

Sweet Monday by Drayned-Voodoo by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Sweet Monday by Drayned-Voodoo

When I opened my eyes, grudged shut by the dry crust of blood and tears, I felt merely scared that I will no longer reach this day: a simple day, and a mere fear. In the preceding night, as I lay vulnerable to the needles seeking to dig into my every vein, it literally implodes my soul to think that a simple day, this day, could seem so far away. It's glazed in the masterpiece of wait and dangles about in the breeze of screaming pleas. To find out that it's only my open window, it disappoints me. My naked body is covered in those sheets of golden heaven, barred by the loose blinds that elegantly draw lines over my entire figure. A light so b

The Movie by geek-stink-breath by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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The Movie by geek-stink-breath

Two hours standing and looking at the family next to me having such a great time. The boys and girls with blonde hair the shoes tied perfectly. It seemed as though nothing in their lives could ever fall. I was getting too envious watching them smile truly to each other. I went and sat on the bench smiling which would have probably seemed odd to the people passing by in their bicycles. They seem to be moving too quickly, though, to care. This bench always made me smile. Thirteen years old, first kiss, first love, all my worries brushed off from the world with the finest comb. Ainsley--everything about him was perfect, just like

Overcast by angelsarefascists by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Overcast by angelsarefascists

How far would I have to go before this feeling would release its grip on me, the suffocating sense of the hunt, of straying over that impassable line and becoming the prey I had never been? Somehow it seemed the wood had changed, had transformed into the enemy's ugly eyes, and I felt myself growing lost among the mayhem and chaos that surrounded each accidental step my feet took. I wasn't in control anymore; I knew I had to escape this place or so forfeit my life - more than that, my body, too, realized the dangers awaiting us if the stay was long - but I would not leave without him. No, I would not leave him alone in this place to die. Ever

Angel by bleedingbellezza by Kindred-Chronicle, literature

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Angel by bleedingbellezza

Hiding in her room trying not to make any noise, Raven can hear her parents' angry yelling. This seems to happen every night lately, and it scares her. . . . a lot. Every night there is something new to fight about-- the food is too cold or not ready on time; the TV is on the wrong channel; Mom's dress is too short; Raven's hair is too long. Standing up and looking out the window, Raven catches the attention of a neighbor, and gives him a pleading look. The neighbor closes his blinds and turns out the lights. All of Raven's hope is lost. Most eleven-year-olds have a lot of hope, but not Raven. She was beaten when she turned five because

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:spotlight-left:Directory:spotlight-right: --------------------------------------------------- ~Welcome!!~ :bulletred: Members! For those of you who have yet to send us your info for your profile, please do so! Also, once you get your profiles up and running, that is not the end of them! If at any time you wish to update certain aspects of it, feel free to note the club and we will work on your request ASAP. UPDATE: 4/8/10= I don't know what to say, guys. I feel like I let you all down; this club is virtually dead. And, now with the group system, we're obsolete as well. School is sucking me dry and I don't have a whole lot of time to put

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Member Profiles :bulletblue: ~1johnny-depp-lover2 (https://www.deviantart.com/1johnny-depp-lover2) Name: Disclosed Age: 14 "Hi i'm new and i love to write stories i've been writing them since i was in pre school When all i could do was draw pics and make up words to follow aong lol) just about and i want to grow up and become an author some day." :bulletblue: :iconAmriah: Name: Elisa Ayala ("Amriah") Age: 17 "I started writing short stories when I was around seven or eight years old. It did not take me long to start making up novel ideas in my mind. Since then, my dream has been to become a novelist. I'm working on a story called The Realm Within right now and hope to get it pu