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Check out this story by LionGirl05

He moved through the taiga forest in the moonlight. The gentle wind blew his tattered white cloak across the air. He gripped his shadow sword in his hand firmly, ready to kill anything on sight, hostile or not. His pitch black skin almost made his a part of the cold...

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I was napping peacefully when….”Tommy…..Tommy…..THOMAS FEYNMAN” My eyes snapped open, caught off guard he shocked me into sitting up straight. ”Yes, Mr. Plank?!” I yelped. I was in History class, Mr. Plank is the name of my...

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