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Prologue ExcerptA small purple cat ducked in and between the crates, his unsusally ungloved hands making soft splashing noises through the muddy ground. His amber eyes peeked over the top of a crate, his eyes narrowed, "I know you're up to something...." he muttered, before opening the crate in front of him just far enough so he jump in. He replaced the lid, sinking into the styrofoam packaging. He tried to stay as still as possible as the crate was picked up and thrown roughly onto the cargo ship,Prologue Excerpt in Fantasy
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"Owwww...." Ben muttered, "These guys need to handle cargo better," he complained to himself, 'But it should all be worth it,' he thought, staring at the wood wall of the cramped box, his mind in a completely different place. If his hunch was true, which he dreaded, Silvvy was doomed. But how was he to help? The red panda had made no secret of her dislike of him, although, ultimately, he didn't blame her. He'd humiliated her, raped her, kidnapped her, tortured her and he was sure that, if pressed
To Give-Contest Story"I'm sorry to have to say this for the millionth time....but this is ridiculous! Why in the HELL do we kill random people!? It's pointless! This dagger ain't made of stainless steel y'know!"To Give-Contest Story in General Fiction
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"We do not kill "random people", we kill people who are important to society!"
"The mailman is important to society?"
'He might send a postcard to warn others!" There was a thump, and a muffled cry,
"Postcard he says!" the grey hedgehog ranted, "Now it's some fox from who knows where! You don't even know what he does for a living, do you!?" The pale sand coloured hedgehog braced himself against a wall, shrugging with effort, facing the enraged grey hedgehog. One would find it hard to believe the sandy one actually had power over the grey, "He's some space dude, but he has experiance with hedgehogs like yourself so be careful..." he trailed off, waiting for the grey's verdict. There was silence, then a loud wailing noise, similar to a scream, "This better be worth my time!" the grey hissed, stomping
It Waits....PrologueIt Waits.... in Scraps
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The Underworld was a place where nobody lived. No normal living creature could survive in the darkness, the horrible red lava that looked like blood oozing off the walls. Off, worst of all, there was
IT. Nobody had spoken its name for millions upon millions of years, knowing that their doom would fall on their heads. Even the most ignorant of children would never, ever dare to whisper the name of the being that had tortured them for thousands of millennia before their time. The Tails Doll
Water dripped from the dew covered rock in a steady rhythm, like the steady tapping of a foot. A faint red glow lit the rocks up from the underside. If you followed the glow under the rocks, into darkness that even bats were blind in, to a crevice that not even mice could squeeze through. If you kneeled down, and pressed your eye to the crack. You could see it clearly. The glowing red gem. That alone was enough to make anyone jump back in horror, to run for their measly, path