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    Vane arrogantly doesn't realize how vulnerable he is, and how ANGRY some people will get when they learn what he's up to.
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    I dunno, when I am in a flow state, I don't have a chance to think names... we end up with a lot of Matt's (as a personality type) Millers as a generic filler name... and a few others I tend to use. Declan's been a go to of late. Just easy names to find and replace... that won't break other words. Elanor and Evelyn are the female ones I use. I don't know if it is the same for other writers, but I tend to shut my brain down when writing, and just type. Sometimes it works, and some days (like today) I just can't get settled.
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    Miller's gratitude, even if Kaxe can't do it himself, opens huge doors for Calloway, and gives him a best friend whether he wants one or not. Ha, when I wrote this I wasn't sure of a name for Miller, and just went with my default name till I figure out a name... and it just ended up fitting him.
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    Brick by brick, stone by stone. Elias is realizing that people underestimate Calloway And the Kaxe - Miller relationship is something complex
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    XI. The dawn was less a rising of the sun and more a bruising of the eastern sky. A smudge of purple-grey light revealed the frost that had colonized the barracks during the night, coating the iron bedframes in a white fur, glittering like a disease on the stone floor. The bell clanged. 5:00 AM. Calloway woke with the taste of stale tobacco and something else—a metallic echo of audacity—still ghosting on his tongue. He sat up, his breath pluming in a dense cloud. His eyes went
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    hide behind Peter, and let him loose on 'em?
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    Will's fighting it. It's like willingly walking into a woodchipper. It will not be pretty, he can't win. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.
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    Good morning
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    The blizzard had not relented. If anything, as the evening bled into the deep, unforgiving hours of the night, the storm had intensified, wrapping the capital city in a suffocating, blinding shroud of white. The wind shrieked through the barren, ice-coated branches of the ancient oaks lining Manor Avenue, hurling thick, abrasive sheets of snow against the frosted double-paned glass of the Tudor Revival home. Inside, the atmosphere was a study in profound, isolating contrast. The ambient te
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    Chapter 3

    Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Chapter 3

    This one did not betray.
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    Chapter Four: The Hidden Valley The trail had been climbing for hours. The snow was deeper here, untouched, and the horses struggled through the drifts. Shem rode in silence, his bar mace across his saddle, his eyes scanning the ridgeline. Kamyk was behind him, his small hands hooked through Shem's belt, his new boots bumping against the horse's sides. Zav rode on Shem's left. He'd been quiet since the ambush—quieter than usual—and his mismatched eyes kept flicking between Shem
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    here is the video, Be warned it can get tough.
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    I was reading that a massive one in Utah was just shut down, (apparently Paris Hilton was involved in getting the place shuttered.) The only crime of one of the boys there "Having unnatural thoughts about other boys" It is 2026, and we're still fighting this... war.
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    There's steel in the most unlikely places in that room.
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    The truth of these "reform" schools or Borstals as they were known was diabolical. Evil places, often little more than workhouses, Victorian rules, abuse was rampant, and no one batted an eye. Why bother. This was back when being gay was criminalized in the United Kingdom and punished with hard labour. We like to pretend this ended... but Section 8 was still enforced when I was a teenager.
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    On the edge, in the dark, they built a society of their own.
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    VI. Sunday morning was a different kind of punishment. The bell rang at 6 AM, summoning them not to the parade ground, but to the Chapel—a damp, vaulted space in the East Bastion that smelled of mould, damp wool, and the faint, sweet rot of hymnals. They filed in, thirty shivering sinners in ill-fitting blazers, shuffling into the pews under the watchful, bored eyes of the Masters perched like carrion birds in the rear gallery. Reverend Saithe stood at the pulpit. He was a thin
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    Good to be able to show West in his element, doing what he does.
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    We're about halfway through the book, so there's always a complication.
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    The air inside the Tactical Operations Center had fundamentally shifted. The oppressive, frantic panic that had dominated the room during the height of the category-four haboob had completely evaporated, replaced by a cold, hyper-focused, lethal efficiency. Outside the heavy canvas walls, the howling wind had finally died. The abrasive red dust was settling over the Contingency Operating Base, coating the Hesco bastions and the armored vehicles in a thick, rusty film. The late afternoon su
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    This is set in 1950
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    Chapter 1

    Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Chapter 1

    Nope Totally all Nile,
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    Chapter 1

    Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Chapter 1

    Some times, the only success that matters is the one that matters to you.
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    Chapter 1

    Topher Lydon posted new chapter in Reunion

    Kyle Gallagher stood in the darkest, most forgiving corner of the gymnasium, methodically dissecting a bottle of cheap lager. He peeled the damp paper label away in tiny, translucent strips, rolling them into wet grey spheres between his thumb and forefinger before flicking them onto the scuffed floorboards. The air in the room was a stifling, humid cocktail of floor wax, stale spilled beer, and the cloying, desperate perfume of a hundred people trying to prove they hadn't wasted the last decade
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