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By Linxe Termoil After we left the courthouse, I discovered it was Thursday. I had been in jail for six days. I'm pretty sure two years and a couple of weeks wouldn't have killed me, if it meant I didn't have to stay with this woman, her family, or see Patrick and his leering green eyes ever again. Joel was trying to talk to me but I was tuning him out in favor of watching the cars driving past us. I had no idea where we were going. Home, I guess. At least, that's where Joel said we were g
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Garrett's head was pounding and his chest hurt like mad. He felt like he'd just been gutted with a sword. He couldn't remember a whole lot; just that he'd been in a fight and people were dead. He wasn't even sure he cared to remember, he just wanted to the room to stop spinning. The sound of feet and heavy breathing somewhere close to him frightened him. He reacted in a split second; harnessed power and gathered the air and earth within his grasp, launched himself to his feet in a split secon
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The flames surrounding Garrett grew brighter. Garrett winced with the pain that flared up all over his body in response. Other voices cried out in fear. Garrett turned around, stared at the familiar faces of the students who had been meant to be exiled. Faces that were filled with panic, limbs frozen with fear. All in all, they numbered 12. And, as best as he could tell, they were all trapped inside the dome of fire that surrounded them. The tower room was gone. There was nothing past the fla
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Ah, Children of fire; ice; stone and wind. The Emperor is dead; his heir is gone and we stand here by the sea, upon the shores of Haventing. The children weep, the Kings seek his throne, and the Mages of Ganentide are lost without their King. Alas ye fly away, to whence you came, to mourn an Emperor fallen. Yet still we weep, your children of Haventine. A bard's lament; written upon the shores of Haventine upon the loss of the last Emperor at the battle of Haventine, som
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"The day of choosing is upon us. Be welcome into the House of Andegeth, Saxoph-Lon!" The words were spoken by a tall, well built man. His armor was a shiny black that had a silver sheen to it when caught just right by the sun. A black dragon in flight covered the front of the man's tabard, matching the various dragons embossed into various parts of his armor. He bowed in response to the formal greetings from the Ganath-Khein; even though he felt the whole ritual was completely unnecessary, consi
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Garrett's life is over. His body has been ravaged by magic beyond his control. He is a freak of nature, with mythical powers that are only told about in legend. He has no home, no friends, and his family believes he is dead. Amidst all that, war has come to the Kingdoms. He has no place in life. Or does he?
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The neighborhood was old and run down, with cracks in the sidewalks and potholes in the middle of the road. Sunny opened his eyes and grunted as Devin’s jeep ran over another pot-hole, watching as the tall grass from the empty lots moved past him. He closed his eyes again when they hit the next pot-hole, wishing Devin hadn’t woken him up so early to take him somewhere. The worst was when Devin had casually informed him with a cruel grin that he didn’t have any aspirin for Sunny’s hangover, and t
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He moved impatiently up the stairs of the old building and knocked eagerly on the door, still a tad pissed off that he had stood outside the movie theatre for an hour before he acknowledged that he'd been stood up, again. It wasn't the first time it had happened to him, but he didn't understand why it was happening more and more, lately. He had thought everything had been going well. He was in love with Evan, and Evan was in love with him. And that's what mattered, right? Fireworks exploded i
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Dallas yawned while he walked into the kitchen. He’d woken up late and it had taken him some tim to realize that Devin was not in the room with him, but that was okay. His brother rarely ever did what anyone expected of him. If a person were to look up his brother in the dictionary, they’d find him described by several words—unfortunately; he didn’t have a dictionary with him. “Hi ma, pa,” Dallas mumbled sleepily as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Black, just the way he liked it. “Hi Da
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Chapter 6: A Strange Afternoon; Some Plans Backfire.
Linxe Termoil posted new chapter in Sunny's Angel
“Cool!” Devin exclaimed, turning around and heading across the street to where he had parked his car earlier that day. “Cool?” Sammy asked. To Devin, it sounded as if the boy were miles away. Devin stopped in the middle of the street and turned to face Sammy squarely. “Yeah. Cool. You had a problem. You’ve been given a chance to fix that problem. You don’t honestly think you’re the only one around here who has problems with drugs, alcohol, and life, do you? “Life?” Sammy questioned, -
Dallas moaned, feeling his body tingle under the onslaught of Sam’s tongue, pleased that his friend wanted to continue the relationship that they had started a couple months before school ended. Unfortunately, they could be making out in far more interesting places than the locker room at school after P.E. class. “Sam,” Dallas whispered huskily, trying to get the shorter boy’s mouth off his neck. “Oh my god,” another voice said, causing Dallas’s head to snap up as Sam recoiled away from Da
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The house was burning brightly in the dark of night. Neighbors were standing around on the sidewalks as the wail of sirens in the distance came closer, fireworks from the property bursting high into the night air, fighting the glare of the fire for attention. He just stared at the burning house as the sweet smell of burning wood and sulfur mingled together, giving him a dizzying rush. He smirked at his handiwork, despite the tears of emotional pain running down his cheeks. Still smiling, he
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After Devin left the table things seemed to be slightly strange for awhile, but Devin never rejoined them after he finished washing his car, instead going back inside. Dallas had quickly regained his composure and he and Sunny found themselves talking about the school Sunny would be going to, and the social clichés that seemed to abound in every high school that never changed. During their conversation they discovered that they were the same age: 15 going on 16 in a week, both of their birthdays
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Susie Townsend eased herself into her son’s room and frowned down at his boxer clad form in worry, something she found herself doing daily when he was out cold, living in the land of dreams. She stared at his face turned towards the wall, all the lines of pain that were usually hidden when he was awake visible in his sleep, the pain in his heart barely evident, but there none the less. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek softly, wanting to know what in his life had gone so wrong, a
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He lay there in confusion as everything around him seemed to be flashing blue and red in continuous intervals, the low squabble of voices squawking over radios as people around him kept talking to him, trying to tell him something important. He just couldn’t figure out what it was that they were trying to tell him, or why he should care, when all he so desperately wanted to do was escape the pain. He didn’t really care about the physical pain, his body had become numb quite some time ago, it
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Devin is a quiet boy who is having problems interacting with people due to his past. Sunny just moved to town and is dealing with his own tragedy, or is he? Meeting Sunny for the first time finally draws Devin to a few conclusions about his life, and ultimately forces him to deal with his own tragedy.
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Pat screwed up, and now he has to fix it. Not only for his heart's sake, but for the love of his life's sake as well.
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My Heart’s Desire Written by: Linxe Termoil Scotty was, to me, perfect, in every way, shape and form. The jeans clung perfectly to his 20-year-old well-shaped ass; the tight shirt defined his V shaped torso perfectly, from the broad shoulders to the narrow waist. He didn’t drink, smoke, or keep a messy apartment. He never argued with me, which, in my book, was a major plus. Yet, I was annoyed with him, and a tad bit angry, as well. This led me to my current situation. His ass musc
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Deceptions of the Heart By Linxe Termoil What What…In the butt.. The words blasted from the speakers spaced around the basement where the boys were practicing their dance moves. Pop! The noise made the boys stop what they were doing. Three of the boys suddenly doubled up in laughter. The fourth one was doubled up with his hands cupping his groin; a look of panic on his face despite the fact that he was wearing a tight pair of boxer briefs for protection during rehe
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Ben has no secrets. It's not his fault that his mom doesn't believe him.
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Happy Birthday
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Spider Webs Chapter 2: Dangling by a thread By Linxe Termoil * * * * * * * What a mouthful, Kitsap County Juvenile Detention Facility. You try saying that crap. I guess most people called it juvie. Deputy Hayes had given me over to one of the staff members. I found myself looking back at the door that I had just come through. I guess it was because I wanted to be on the other side of that door. The man I had been turned over to pulled on my
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Spider Webs By Linxe Termoil I winced, limping as I took another step toward the one-story, one bedroom house that we called home. We, as in: my little brother, me, and our dad. My brother skipped ahead of me, stopping when he came to the stairs, his tattered back-pack sitting high on his shoulders. I watched him grab the rail and slowly make his way up the steps. A moment later, he came to a stop at the door, waiting for me. I grabbed the keys from my pocket and moved across the colla
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Micah's ran away from home and a drunken father, kidnapping his younger brother and taking him along with for the ride. Little did he ever suspect what his actions would bring.
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Ancient Times, Somewhere in the British Isles Artorius gazed around the throne room of his castle thoughtfully, studiously ignoring the body that lay on the stone floor in the middle of the room. The sun was just starting to set, coming clear through the western windows. It would be twilight soon, which meant that their time in this part of the world was coming to an end. The light sound of feet padding quietly across the throne room interrupted his silent contemplation. “
