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Interactive TG Shorts - Cute Girl Gamer 5
This branches into two storylines, with the upcoming alternate one marked with an A ===== The Tall and Short Problems of a Cute Gamer Girl [5] [5a] (Alternate) Rachel told herself several times she was going to wake up her husband/wife and spill the beans about everything. The seat is screwed up. And her parents now thought that she was always Giselle. But she knew that would be a lousy thing to wake her up with. At the same time, she knew she would be desperately disappointed if she slept through not only the early afternoon but until dinner. All those lost opportunities for work. Of course, any person would understand with what she had gone through in less than a day. Peeking through the doorway into the hallway at the couch, she saw Herschel and Giselle both curled up and snoozing. She would definitely tell her. But not yet. She had that video to edit to release on the weekend and she had to take a ton of presentation pics and upload them, and they still had the website work
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Revenant Queen
The forests high up in the mountains and surrounding Astrum castle, was known through many of its legends. Legends of unspeakable evils, hiding in the wood and snow, legends of monsters, demons, fae and more, waiting to strike. During daytime, you could find the residents of the castle town roaming its edges, either from a lack of belief in the stories, or for some peace and quiet. But they seldom entered much deeper. And at night? The legends take back their home. Such a legend was also currently taking a stroll through the deeper parts, her white fur blending into the snowy scenery, shoes leaving a trail which soon would be snowed away. If one didn't know who she was, she would have passed easily as a normal citizen of Astrum, except for perhaps the sharper than usual claws and fangs, and her red pupils swimming in a world of yellow and not white. The happy-go-lucky traveler in this deep dark forest felt no fear, knowing she, and by extension her clan, were by far
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Kickboxing K.O's - Chapter 7 (End)
Chapter Seven (End): vs. Everyone Disclaimer: The main protagonist Presley's gender and appearance were purposely left anonymous so you as the reader can use your imagination to fill in those blanks. Throughout the rest of the day in the kickboxing tournament, I would go on to attend more rematches with my old foes in the descending ranks. Which all resulted in me getting easily knocked out and losing a rank each time. *BONK* *CONK* *WHAM* *WHACK* I eventually descended all the way down to the bottom of the ranks where I was up against the easiest opponent I have ever faced. She was short, skinny, and frail. I could easily beat her in an instant. But after all of those head injuries, my brain could not even process putting on any clothes for this match. Let alone fight somebody. The girl walked up to me and punched me square into the face. *pew* The punch was so weak that it could not even hurt a fly. But for my already-vulnerable head, I was instantly knocked silly and fell
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A quick poem inspired by the oncoming hurricane-like winds that will (that's if weather people are assumed correct) batter Scotland. Well the first fews lines are in a way.
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