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Symptoms of Video Game Addiction in Youngsters
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By Willing Ways3 years ago in Fiction
The Third Salvation
Arn’s legs began to buckle as he angled down the shallow embankment towards his newly desired prize. The river, flowing with purpose as it formed white peaks amongst the unending current, snaked across the belly of the valley, zagging past mighty maples that clung to natural dirt walls that guided crystal clear snow melt towards the distant sea.
By Matthew Agnew3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 27
Read Chapter 26 here After a weekend heavy with assignments--a paper for her electrocasting class, as well as two more for history and channeling objects--Key found her workload on Nortday surprisingly small, which was nice since she was sick of studying. She didn't really want to spend time in the common, either, so she headed downstairs to catch the last few hours before curfew outside.
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
"Evil" Queen: Vampire Hunter. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
Artemisia, newly Queen of Schwarzwald, saw the signs in her step-daughter immediately. The current beauty trents might tend toward fairness and red lips, but not like this. Skin as white as freshly-fallen snow, without even a pink tinge at the cheeks. One might be tempted to call it a deathly pallor, had the young princess not been witnessed running and laughing like any child might be expected...
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The G.A.M.E - Prologue
Location: Drecaster City, Endo October 22, 9:32pm It was a cool, crisp autumn night as a lone man hurried down a dimly lit driveway. The man was in his late forties, the crown of his head starting to bald due to a mixture of bad genes and old age. He wore a cheap, ill-fitting suit that did little to conceal his beer gut, the light scuff of the man’s faded black dress shoes was all that one could hear in the otherwise dark and quiet length of driveway.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Fiction







