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  1. ValentineDavis21
    It was close to the end of the shift and the bar was closed. Everything was quiet except for the jukebox, which was playing a Johnette Napolitano song (Lane’s choice). Jamal, the cook, having already cleaned up the kitchen, had left. Phil was back in his office, counting the cash today’s business had brought in. Business this evening had been good. Lane hadhis own nice wad of cash in his pocket from tips. Quite a bit of the cash had come from Brendan. Lane was caught between hoping he would make
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    Brendan McCoy went to The Rainbow Beret faithfully every Friday. Friday was always payday at the factory where he worked, manufacturing water bottles. He made just enough to pay the bills and come to the Beret at the end of the week to have a couple of beers. He mostly went to see if he could find someone who wouldn’t mind spending the evening with him - ultimately curbing the loneliness that came with being an aging bachelor. The Rainbow Beret was a small bar on the side of I-70; wooden wa
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    New bartender, Lane Hardy, has come to work at The Rainbow Beret, a gay bar outside of Denver. Regular customer Brendan McCoy is immediately attracted to his odd nature and appearance. But the more he gets to know Lane the more he senses the young man is on the run - from what he doesn't know, and what he doesn't know could kill him.
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    XNCRZY I am getting ready to do a rewrite of the first part and then will finish the project as soon as I am done with the current project I'm working on Hellscape. There will be some changes made to Danni's character and he will have a better backstory. I'm just not happy with the first draft and Danni's character. I think he's kind of cartoonish. Stick around Part 2 will happen.
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    Will I appreciate you pointing these grammatical mistakes out. It's one less thing I have to pay editors for when I go to publish. Sometime in the near future I will be doing a rewrite of this - there are some things I want to change and other things I want to add. This is just the barest bones of the story and there's so much I didn't put in there that I wanted to. When I do the rewrite it would be helpful to have someone to catch these things. And with my other works as well.
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    After a day and a half of stumbling through the cold, past gnarled branches and through a wind laced with razors, the wood parted and at long last Skold came to Chateau de la Maubvin. The castle sat atop a tall hill, surrounded by trees. Looking upon its many towers and parapets Skold could see the majestic beauty the castle once held. But, as with many things, the black plague had altered its appearance, sapped the life from it. Yet the sense of being watched crept over him like a cold chill. T
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    The rabbit scampered through the snow, a flash of brown fur in an expanse of snowy white and twisted brambles. Skold saw the diamond shaped spots of white fur on its back, the frantic black of its eyes. He stood under the branches of a tall tree, the hood of his jacket pulled over his head. He stood perfectly still, the arrow knocked back. The only sign of movement was his eyes tracking the rabbit’s every step. He blinked once and released the arrow. The arrow shot through the frigid air, pu
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    After three weeks of traveling through treacherous hills and cutting wind Skold and Konstantine finally reached an elven settlement called Ostette. They would have reached the settlement sooner had they not been delayed twice: the first time by a group of orc rangers and the second time by a snow blizzard. From the orcs they’d hid behind a scraggly cluster of weeds and from the blizzard they’d taken refuge in a cave for three days. It has snowed so on the third day Skold and Konstantine had to s
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    For a moment all Dionysia could do was stare. Could he really be standing before her, the Prophet? Her memory flashed back to the surreal moment where she’d stood before him at the altar, the entire congregation, the buzzing sensation she’d felt whenever he touched her. “Dionysia?” her father called. “Who is it?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, uncertain of what to do. Helpless. Phillip craned his neck and scowled at her when he saw who it was. “Well don’t just stand there like a
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    Thank you so much for your input. It's really helpful. So far A Different World has been my own personal favorite project to work on and it's the one that's got the least attention on here so any help is appreciated. As far as your 'dream' comment a few chapters back there is a movie that heavily plays on the concept of dreams becoming nightmares called Vanilla Sky? Perhaps you've seen it. It's one of my favorites. It's not for everyone and calls for multiple viewings for it to make sense but I do recommend it.
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    Every inch of Skold’s body ached. He and the remnants of his group had been trudging through Swineshead Wood for hours. Soon, he sensed, it would be morning. He pushed aside a long gnarled branch and there, just yards away, was the stream they’d passed on the way to the orc camp. Most of it was frozen in places but there were still spots free from the ice. He knelt down in the snow and dipped his hands into the freezing water. His hands were instantly numbed but he didn’t care; his throat w
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    It was difficult for Maeglin to walk: His legs were full of pins and needles and it was hard to balance himself with his arms being pinned behind his back. He winced, hating the smell of his own waste, the feeling of it brushing up against his skin. The orcs were laughing and he imagined it was at the expense of his humiliation. Once in the center of the camp they were surrounded by orcs. A massive hand shoved Maeglin roughly to the ground. He fell over with a grunt and tried to catch his b
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    Everyone inside the church froze, eyes agleam with anticipation. Even the children had gone quiet. It was almost unnatural, this silence. Dionysia’s heart fought to burst its way out of her chest. Here it was, the moment when she would finally get to see the Prophet in the flesh. And why not? It was the least God could do for them after all the pain and heartache her father and she had gone through. The knight was staring at something no one else could see. His face betrayed emotion. Then a
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    Skold stood in the middle of the court yard breathing in the smell of smoke and dead bodies. Everywhere he looked dead eyes looked up at the sky; some mouths hung open in permanent screams of terror while others were closed in grim contemplation. Many (usually those who had never been in the midst of a battle) believed people died with their eyes open but more often than not this was not the case. There was one corpse he found himself staring at in particular. General Cevna seemed to stare
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    A shiver ran up Skold’s spine. It was impossible to tell if it was from the cold or excitement…or a mixture of the two. The opposing force drawing ever closer, though made of tens of thousands of bodies, moved like a single organism. The blast of horns cut in and out, carried by the wind, occasionally deafened by ominous cracks of thunder. The sky was so dark with heavy clouds it was impossible to see the moon. Sleet fell relentlessly from the sky. In the courtyard, General Cevna strolled ba
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    Dionysia shivered, wrapping the nest of blankets around herself. Despite her attempts at staying warm, nothing seemed to stave off the cold. She looked down at her lap, at her filthy dress. Even in the low light coming from the candle she could see the smudges on her gown. She looked up at her father: He was sitting at his desk again, head bent towards the fluttering candle flame. She could hear the scratch of his quil, the crash of the waves, Atticus’s wordless shouts as he ordered his men
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    The being underneath had mostly human features. Everything about her had the appearance of being young: her nose was petite with a slight, mischievous upturn, and her lips were soft and narrow. Her eyes scanned them, glowing a lustrous yellow, the pupils thin, long slits like the eyes of a feline. Her body was slim and curvy in places. This newcomer who had stepped into the fray and saved their lives had the body and appearance of a seductress. Skold, however, sensed this was simply the work of
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    The stone doors opened and Skold entered the audience chamber. The walls of the chamber were high, thick and made of stone; torches, held in place by brackets grafted into the wall, cast dancing light. Three pulpits stood on a small uprise in the center of the chamber; Maeglin stood at one of the pulpits, General Gendimoth Cevna at another. An elven scribe stood in the corner of the room, scribbling notes down on a scroll of parchment with a quill. On a platform at the front of the chamber,
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    Dionysia Martell could feel the eyes of the three sailors at her back; their gaze slid over her like something slippery and wet, like snails perhaps. She could hear their low, murmuring voices, their ill-concealed snickers. It didn’t matter that Dionysia was coltish in every possible: broad faced, broad shouldered, big shapeless bosom, bow-legged, or that she’d cut her hair so it only came down to her neck because the lice infestation aboard the ship was horrible. She was the only female aboard
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    In the distance Pen’thorpe Keep stood next to a cliff, at the top of a small mountain. At the sight of it Maeglin Ara’jrye let out a sigh of relief. It had been a month of tense travel, of expecting a fight to erupt at any moment. Just another day-and-a-half, he thought, and we’ll be behind the safety of the walls. Behind him the three wagons came to a stop. They were in the middle of the flatlands; Maeglin, King Yaldon’s three councilors, and the fifty soldiers tasked with making sure they
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    Set in a mirror version of the 14th century, Paladin's plague has turned the world into a wasteland. With time running out and a war brewing, Commander Gil'eppsie races for Pen’thorpe Keep; mysterious dark forces are at work, and Catholicism is on the rise.
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    Commander Skold Gil’eppsie saw the smoke long before they reached the hill. It rose into the sky like an uncoiling black demon pressed up against a bleak grey sky from which snow fell steadily. Another city laid to cinder and ruin by Paladin’s ruthless army no doubt. Skold had led his own dwindling army through a dozen ruined villages within the last three months. With a cluck of his tongue his mare, Selene, came to a stop, her tail swishing lazily from side to side, her sides heaving. Skol
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    I'm writing this has an episodic type deal. I will be starting episode 2 soon. Right now there is another project that I want to work on.
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    I will be writing part 2 soon so you will just have to find out.
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    The research station was anchored into the side of a massive mountain, pipes latching onto the rock like the appendages of a parasite digging into its host. Made of steel and glass, the design was very impressive in Danni's opinion; especially since it had been built by the equivalent of backyard hicks. Of course he wouldn't have said this to Duke for fear of hurting his feelings. Danni counted four rows of windows. He could only assume that there were four floors. Still, the research stati
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