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Bleeding HookAfter I got out of juvenile detention I had it tattooed across my face, right where my cheekbone ends half a centimeter below my left eye. Make it black and oozing as my blood, I told the tattoo artist, and he looked at me like I was a rabid cat off the street. He still did it, though.
It was Saturday afternoon; the streets were jammed with cars and yelling people, and if I walked too far off the sidewalk grimy smog came up into my eyes and made me choke. City lights glared in the face of the clouded sun. The last time I'd walked the streets like this the moon was just a shadow, and I was puffing gray haze with Hannah laughing next to me. WBleeding Hook by ~VolkesWagondaOtaku

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A Welcome Letter From DeathHello Claude.
I hope this letter finds you well. In fact I'm certain it will. See, you've managed to escape my icy grip once again, Claude. And I'm not pleased about that. Not one iota. That's the third time you've cheated me this month.
But I digress.
I'm not writing this letter to chastise you, Claude. Not at all. In fact, if anything, I should be congratulating you. It's rare indeed that someone of your ..... shall we say "intellect" ..... one-ups the Grand Reaper himself. (And remember, not just once; not twice; but three ..... count 'em ..... THREE times!) That's one highly impressive feat.
But in all seriousness, Claude. How DO you do it? I've tried to figure it out. I've watched and rewatched the video feeds; I've played them forwards, I've played them backwards; I've sped them up, I've slowed them down; I've run through them frame-by-oafish-frame and I just. Can't. Figure it out!
Now, the first time? I can understand that. I mean it happens all the time. Guy goes out with his fA Welcome Letter From Death by *ezradeacon

How to Become Lord of the Universe (Story Book) by *LukeGraber

Another Take The human I live with calls me "Tommy Gun." Or "Kitty." Sometimes "Cat." Yeah "cat," but I'm really an alien. Though we got here first and are highly evolved, humans insist on calling us all these names. I think it's because they're unable to call us what we call each other. They can't hear us talk most of the time. We usually use what humans call "telepathy," except in extreme cases. We try other ways to talk to humans. Use "meow" umpteen ways and you'll see how hard it is.

I like my human. She's a beautiful girl calls herself "Mimi" when she's on stage. Yeah "Mimi," and she's definitelyAnother Take by *xlntwtch

Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during cEvery Angel Deserves a Child by *enigmaticsmile

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The Visitor From Curtisville--Chapter 13

Chapter 13--A Restless Night

(1) Terrapin Junction, Zelmak District of Hogan’s Gap 12:00 P. M.

Ann Mcclaren lay awake in the darkness in one of the fourth-floor bedroom with the high narrow lattice windows. Her parents had let her chose it herself since she was now fifteen. The reason she wanted it was because its huge arched windows faced out over the massive courtyard with its numerous topiary hedges, flower beds and flagstone paths. Ten-year-old Dylan and twelve-year-old Gerry were further down the hall in their own bedroom (much to her relief) while right door slept her parents.

The Visitor From Curtisville--Chapter 13 by *mmpratt99

Seven Devils - Reunited (Finale, Part 2) SEVEN DEVILS – REDEEMED ANGEL (FINALE, PART 2)

He closed his eyes and opened them quickly. The cell was still the same as it had been before. The angel stood before him, though he had difficulty believing it. He had difficulty believing everything he’d just witnessed. Now having regained his mobility, he sat up and focused on the angel. “You were her protector?”

Joshua glanced at him, having momentarily forgotten that he was there. He nodded slowly. “I was.”

“And you couldn’t save her?”

Joshua lowered his head. “I swore to protect her with my life, but Seven Devils - Reunited (Finale, Part 2) by =AshATurner

A Dragon's Journey pt. 1 Around three or four dynasties ago, there lived a tyrant of a dragon under the local king’s palace somewhere to the south of the Golden River in China. He was once an Earth dragon by the name of Yongxin, and he had been a scholar. Being a young and ambitious scholar several centuries before he began his cruel regime, he had travelled to the West to bring back knowledge of science and religion with the hopes of being a renowned dragon that the Emperor would seek advice from on foreign affairs and the diseased or despairing citizens may find a place of healing and hope. Unfortunately, his plans were spoiled. He set out with good inteA Dragon's Journey pt. 1 by ~magic6jewls

The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 8-Series of Stra

Chapter 8--A Series of Strange Occurrences

Terrapin Junction, Zelmak District of Hogan's Gap (1)

It was ten o' ten and Grandma Esme' was feeding her cats. There were twenty of them, but only Cinder and Felina had the run of the house. The rest of them stayed in a large The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 8-Series of Stra by *mmpratt99

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Sun Road Ch. 8 “My name is Redemption,” the young man whispered to himself outside the door. “The past is behind us, the future is nigh. My name is Redemption, and the people have never loved another like they do me. I have nothing to fear.”
He breathed in deeply the sweet musky smell of candles and the lacquer on polished wood, and then he opened the door.
The room was broad, too broad for the single furnace by the wall opposite to the door. The firelight could not reach the corners and far ends, leaving most of the room in shadow. Around the fireplace were several carved wooden chairs and an elegant coffee table, cast half in daSun Road Ch. 8 by ~VolkesWagondaOtaku

Sun Road Ch. 7 From any part of Main Street, it was easy to see the mass of steel beams and sheets balanced in the center of the city, far taller than any other building nearby. The mass stabbed up into the black sky like a shining silver blade – twisted, perhaps, and frayed at edges, but magnificent and beautiful regardless. The residents of City Fortune passed humbly beneath it each morning and each evening, to and from factory and office jobs, and had done so since it had first been erected six years ago. They now regarded the sight with a cursory sort of reverence.
If an onlooker came a little closer, he would see that the stark bold lines juttiSun Road Ch. 7 by ~VolkesWagondaOtaku

Uncharted Waters Part 1

Captain Thomas McBride stood on the forecastle of his ship, The Falcon. The moonless sky and the black water made the English town of Gloucester gleam in the darkness from his vantage point at sea. He inhaled deeply, slowly. He was no fool. For a pirate to sail into the heart of England was more than dangerous. The slightest wrong move could send him and his entire crew to the hangman’s noose before dawn.

Thomas shook his head slowly. He would have to take the risk. His brother’s life depended on his success this night.

“Brandon!” he called to his quartermaster. “Ease her in. I’ll take Joshua and BlakeUncharted Waters Part 1 by =AshATurner

Sun Road Ch. 6 His butler stepped into the room softly and stood in silence by the door, waiting. He glanced at his butler in the mirror and went on combing his hair.
“Hello, Algernon,” he said with a small smile.
His butler nodded, but did not return the smile.
He sighed and put the comb down, glanced at his hair in the mirror one last time. He turned to look at his butler.
“You have served me well, in these few years I have known you,” he began.
But his butler shook his head. “Please don’t,” he said quickly, as if he were afraid of the sound his own voice made.
So he did not. He only stood looking at his buSun Road Ch. 6 by ~VolkesWagondaOtaku

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HammyOpposing Viewpoint Murder Contest (Normal font=told from the viewpoint of the victim, Italics=viewpoint of the murderer)

"I'll tell you right now, this won't be pretty."

"That's good. Hammy's getting awful thrilled for this."

"Well, it was a bright, sunny day, right? A bit of rain still glimmering on the ground. I could see the reflection of the clear blue sky in the rain puddles, and it matched just gorgeously with the red and gold leaves falling everywhere."

"It must be the picture of perfection and of beauty. Then all it will need is a few crows."

"An adorable toy store had just opened off Peppercrest Street. I went to check it out afHammy by ~VolkesWagondaOtaku

BetrayalShe opened her eyes blinking away the cool condensation sticking to her lashes feeling the cold metallic vice of groping her very bones through the dark abyss that was her prison cell, the sweet damp stench of death assaulting her senses with each breath she took.

Sitting up she tugged at the chain tying the shackles around her wrists to the loop embedded deeply into the rough dust covered floor. A tear fell from her deep brown weary eyes as she ran her hand over the floor counting the shallow marks she had scratched there in an attempt to keep track of how long they had kept her locked up.

54 days.

She yanked hard at the chain once more cBetrayal by ~Lex-Logan

Disregarded and Unnoticed by =Capricornicis

Even Monsters Want Paradise by *eloquensartifex

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Tough CrowdJenny led the way to the clearing. "This is going to be the best campout ever!" she promised.

"I'll believe that when I see it," someone pouted.

"Oh, cheer up," Jenny prodded. "I have a surprise for everyone!"

"I hope it's a way out of here," someone else complained.

"Where do you find these people?" Jay asked Jenny.

"They're friends from online," Jenny answered through clenched teeth.

"They make me want to get rid of my computer," Jay grunted, and Jenny laughed out loud.

"That'll be the day! Then how would we keep up?" she demanded.

"Carrier pigeon," Jay said with a smirk.

Right then, the group arrived at the clearing. Jenny instrucTough Crowd by =JoeyLiverwurst

The Page of Promise: A Winter Solstice TaleIn the depths of a night that's about to begin
with the feeling of snow as it melts on your skin
and it covers the land with a dream so intense
that it returns us all to a child's innocence
And then what you'd thought lost and could never retrieve
is suddenly there to be found on Christmas Eve
-Trans-Siberian Orchestra

The sound of her boots breaking the snow is delicate and light, like meditated, unhurried piano notes. She walks gracefully between the pine trunks, their needles making a cover for falling snow above her head. Her face, a frozen petal of porcelain, eyes of crystalline frost, is framed by the hood of her white, fur-lined The Page of Promise: A Winter Solstice Tale by ~kamalaksh

Synesthesia Water falls drip by drop from the tin roof and Tim gets a sense that time is slowing to a stop. Each speck takes its ten foot dive to earth so slowly that Tim finds it serene to watch, as though nature was jumping to her death. When a drop finally crashes against the concrete the sound explodes in a vivid blue in front of his eyes.
His heart rams against his ribcage repeatedly, trying to break free. It is almost painful, but not quite, to feel it hammer away at his chest. With each barrage his heart makes his body shakes and he hears a rumble within himself. The growl is fierce andSynesthesia by ~AtrumMiles

Night Visions     The girl drove too fast through the darkest hour of the night. She was fifteen years old, pushing a car much older to near eighty miles per hour. The motor whined in response to her heavy foot on the accelerator. It was a motor held together with baling wire and a shade-tree mechanic's blessing, tools used by her cousin Tommy.

     Adeleine felt free, like the car was her own body speeding forward. She wanted to drive forever. She felt both younger and older, like she was the night itself and all it held. The car was her means to move faster than she'd ever done before.

  Night Visions by *xlntwtch

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command: hello, world?
>hah, no.
command: who are you? and why are you in my command prompt?
>formally, my name is intloop.exe; most call me Artemis.
>i'm here because i'm here. why are you here?
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command: urgent and/or vital.
command: if not, please go away. i don't have time to deal with script programs trying to sell me blue pills or whatever.
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by ~mormonbookworm, Apr 16, 2013, 12:19:10 PM
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has a new folder for all its members to consider. If you have a story already in our folders under other headings, please look to the right of that story, if it was featured as either a DLD or a DD and withdraw it from our club. Then immediately resubmit to to our DDs and DLDs folder. We have many featured pieces already and they'll stay in the "Featured" folder, but this is a new one for those who have been featured by a DLD or DD.

and

(not to mention

) are trying to show your work off in the best way possible. Thank you very much!
Good luck writing,
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What types of pieces do you accept?
We accept PROSE only in the form of oneshot (ie freestanding) or multichapter. Please don't try to submit poetry as it will be rejected.

Why not poetry?
Because this is a prose based club. You can submit your poetry to other clubs around. (:

Do you accept Fanfiction?
No we don't. Even if your story premise is very unique, you're still using characters and a world created by someone else. We're striving from originality here.

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We base on whether or not the story is unique in some way in either content (ie plot or character) or technique. We're also a bit picky about grammar and spelling, so if your piece needs cleaning up we'll let you know.

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