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The Sea Of Trees

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The Year Is 1538:
 
 
His back ached with the burden of his mother, and though he silently cursed himself for his lack of stamina and overall fitness, he managed to find solace in the fact that he would only have to carry her for a few more hours. The sun dwindled behind the trees and the light was filtered into broken shards of yellow. Sweat fell from his glistening forehead, and the droplets landed next to falling twigs.

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When Hell Paid a Visit

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     Seven years ago I met a boy in college. We had Journalism and Creative Writing together, and we had class with each other five days a week that whole semester. On June 6, 2007, that boy became my boyfriend, and we began our journey together.
 

Fix It

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Fix it. That's all I hear these days. Over the counter, scores of people stream in to get their shoes mended. I don't know how Pa does it. Nobody expected this small business enterprise to last, let alone become a household name in Singapore ---Mr Fix-it Store.

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Age of Irony

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 He lays awake on bed, thinking of her.  Reticent of love-days passed. Oh they seem so recent... A kaleidoscope flashes sweet images he cannot escape even with his eyes snapped shut. That oh so familiar scent fills his mind as he tosses and turns in his super-single bed, waiting for Sleep to take pity on him. He rants and raves at Memory to release him to the toils of the day only to be disappointed. This mind, a separate entity with a vengeance of her own, waiting to consume what is left of him.

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Prologue for "Liln of the Pearl Cuff: Book One of the Kili'ari Chronicles"

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It was an honor to be chosen for the Order. So few were allowed into the Walls to learn the great secrets. But then, to be chosen for the Takk Fe’ayri, and at only fifteen, Liln was a bit surprised.  It was the youngest age one could be accepted as a First. She stood motionless while the others stared silently, expressionless eyes in soulless faces. All except Turvi, who quickly tugged at her arm.

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