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Empire Lonely

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Project E.T. Ch. 6

"Hey, Terrance." Vic paced around the parking lot, her nervousness evident by the sweat lining her brow and the the way she wrung her free hand at her side. "I was just wondering where you are." "What?" He snapped back, but there was something in his voice which made her question his true emotions. Did she hear enjoyment? Sick pleasure? "Where are you?" She tried again and definitely knew he was smiling. There was something in his tone. "Oh, um...sorry. I forgot. I can't make it. I'm busy." "Huh..." Vic continued to pace. "Okay. I'll just..." "I can just stop by tomorrow. What's the address?" The tendons in Vic's neck rose for a second a

Project E.T.

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I Live with a Demon

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Fun Times with the Gang

I'm a Pig Comics

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Koi Tattoo

Tattoos

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Modern Dragonslayers

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Withered

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The Lemon Market: Kiyoshi's Rainy Days

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My Ravagers

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How to put this carefully...

I will start by saying I believe in god/God/a supernatural being who created everything. Now, I will open this can of worms and watch as the birds descend. There is a problem with "religion" (not faith) and that's this: all religion is created by humans. Let me explain: The Bible was written by men. The Qu'ran was written by a man. Buddhist texts were written by men. The Vedas were written by men. They all have their history and stories and morals and rules and guidelines. A lot of the texts have amazing advice and so much history packed into them! They truly are incredible. But they are written by humans who are fallible and prejudice an

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Literature

CnC WALS Ch Epilogue

Epilogue: The night had never seemed darker. The air had never seemed colder. The taste of death had never seemed stronger. The man spun to stare at the dark empty street behind him and wondered where this anxiety had come before. Did he really rely on his henchmen so strongly? The man ducked his head and pulled his fedora further down over his brow. There wasn't anything to fear out here. He had a gun and most within this city who weren't apart of some organized gang were at a loss for acquiring such a handy weapon. Something banged against a trash can and he twirled on his feet, tripping over them and falling down upon the asphalt road

Chaos and Coffee

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Reith Compilation

Scraps

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