frozenphenix
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Thanks. This story has lived in my head rent free for ages before I finally wrote it.
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When Travis finished his sketch, a familiar scene stared back at him: Oblivion’s domain. His insides churned as he remembered the dream, echoes of pain washing over his hand and chest. Swallowing back breakfast, he told himself to calm down. It was only a dream. Right? As he packed his things, his head pounded as though someone was smashing his brain with a sledgehammer. Halfway down the hall, Giovanni called to him. What does he want now? He’d better have a good reason for talking to
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Perhaps. Stay tuned. Same bat channel, same bat time. 😀
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JJ Giovanni ducked, avoiding a spitball to the face. He reloaded his straw and returned fire, catching Mitchells between the eyes, and they called a truce. He sank into his seat smiling to himself. For the twenty-five-minute ride to school, he didn’t have to worry about the politics of popularity or being a Giovanni. He could fade into the background and just be. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered fronting so much. Then he remembered what it was like before David and Jason let him
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Travis awoke to his body aching all over, especially his face, limbs feeling like they weighed a ton. His head pounded like the percussion section of MSU’s marching band. Through his groggy fog, Travis heard his alarm, rolled over, and shut it off. He felt as though he hadn’t slept in days. But what caught his attention were the bandages on his left arm. He didn’t remember doing that, but he must have. Shrugging, he rolled out of bed, flipped on the bedside lamp, and checked the afterm
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Intelligence, strength, loyalty, generosity, heroism. The name Travis Turner is synonymous with them all. But to understand the man, we must venture back to when he was a boy who’d yet to learn that heroes aren’t born; they’re forged in the crucible of adversity. And that the greatest force in the multiverse is hope. The year was 2017, and children in khakis and red blazers embroidered with the crest of Azure Plains Preparatory Academy (a shield with a large fleur-de-lis, inscribed wit
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To protect the boy and world he loves, 7th-grader Travis Turner must reject his destiny as evil's chosen one. But one does not simply tell Satan no, especially not when he can invade your body and mind. Can Travis overcome these odds to become a legendary hero?
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Wooh, wooh! 🚊 All aboard the feels train. Love love love this story and I’m sad to see it coming to an end.
