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- Target at storywrite
Murder is one of the most extreme things you can do. Depending if your the murderer or the murdered, of course. - Heartbeat at storywrite
Thump, Thump, Thump. Her heartbeat, growing slower still. She couldn't hang on anymore. - Condemned at storywrite
I guess fallen angels were meant to suffer, no matter how many people it killed to make sure. - Colours and Time at storywrite
The colours that shine in the sky after a rainshower mean so much more to me, they remind me of you. - Lord Of Chaos Chapter 1 at storywrite
Trapped in the body of a mortal, the Lord of Chaos strives to rise again. When she does, what will happen? - Stardancer at storywrite
The city of New York is hard on everybody, but it's harder to a young vampire who must kill to survive. Little did she know, her life is ab - Christmas Shoes at storywrite
I want her to look beautiful, If Momma meets Jesus tonight. - Thoughts of Satan at storywrite
1 / The snow glittered across the forest, making everything look stark and vulnerable. The twinkling stars winked across the sky, enchanting each other, and the mystic moon shone down upon the he - Conversation at storywrite
As the wind gently carressed her ear, she kenw he was watching her. It's too bad she could never hold him again. - [ 1 ] at storywrite
A new Clan is in the forest, and one of the apprentices discovers something terrible and unreal. What will the Clans do? - Memories and Decisions at storywrite
Kina's eyes followed the shape, swinging gently in the breeze. Captivated, she couldn't stop looking at it, looking so surreal, yet painfully there at the same time. Time seemed to slow as she saw the only one she cared about - Razorblade Kiss at storywrite
Love is a dangerous thing, and sometimes, it gets the better of you. - Brothers of Heart at storywrite
They were brothers in every way. They killed together, they laughed together and they cried together. And now, they died together. - Drug addict at storywrite
There she was, lying on the sofa again. Her eyes closed, looking so peaceful, yet every time I saw her this way fear would rush through me. I would wonder if she was asleep or if this time she was actually dead. I ran over to - Father Kiroku at storywrite
The cries wouldn't fade. Haunting, tormenting, they rose and fell. A figure was crouching down, squeezing his eyes tight and trying to block out any thought. The young boy clutched his head and tried to block them out, but he
