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Believe Me: Chapter 3 "Fuckin' hell," David gasped, as his leg soon overtook his priority. After walking in the woods for five minutes, his knee was aching and he was forced to break a thick branch with his strong arms, to use as a supportive cane. Once this was done, he whistled to his companion and they continued their search.Believe Me: Chapter 3 by ~GreatGawain
It wasn't long before David began to let his mind wander. As he walked the woods, he couldn't help but think about the incredible change he had gone through yesterday. He was determined to figure it out.
What if it had all been a dream? That was possible. He could still be dreaming, actually. Even though the pain he was experiencing sure
Pompeii: RichardxDavid Slash He wished he weren't so shy.Pompeii: RichardxDavid Slash by ~GreatGawain
If only he could talk to people without clamming up and not knowing what to say to keep the conversation going – or, worse, being too quiet to say anything at all – he knew he would more than likely be much better off in his social life, and he probably would have more friends. Not that Rick wasn't satisfied with the companions he already had; in fact, the opposite was true, but he sometimes felt lonely and desired the company of more people that he could relay the things in his mind to.
But there were some things he knew he couldn't discuss with people, even if he did have a large selection of acquain
Magnuson Sable They weren't a particularly jovial group – in fact, one could plead just the opposite. Totally unlike The Beatles or Led Zeppelin, and definitely different in their views of publicity for themselves. They were practically undistinguishable from their audience, and Magnuson Sable couldn't be certain at first if these were even the right people he was to interview when he first saw them. Where are the groupies? The fancy cars? The snobby clothes and expensive equipment? Surely this can't be them… he thought, after briefly examining the four men as he walked into the room that was already slowly filling with smoke. They greeting him waMagnuson Sable by ~GreatGawain
Take A Rest She lay on her bed, on top of her stomach, ankles crossed comfortably and her torso propped up on her elbows. The soft comforter and sheets minimized the strain of supporting her weight. Her hands were busy playing a video game, her mind lost in the fantasy world displayed on the screen in front of her eyes. Her medium-long, dark brown hair fell over her back and shoulders and spilled down over top of her forearms. Her flared black jeans contrasted the white t-shirt she also wore.Take A Rest by ~GreatGawain
She rested there in her content state, enjoying the game she had newly bought, when subconsciously she heard the rustle of fabric and felt the hair that was fallin
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