Fantasy
The Dragon's Triangle - Chapter 2
Daniel was leaning over the rail of the boat again. Angel stood beside him rubbing her hand over his back, listening to the snickering laughter from the group of hangers-on she had dubbed ‘The Posse’ who had paused their busy schedule of lounging around taking selfies and short videos for social media long enough to mock her friend from the opposite side of the deck. She sighed, wondering again if the job was worth it.
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The Mirror Guard (chapters 9 & 10)
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By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
Where did the Dragons go?
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By Brycen Shumway4 years ago in Fiction
Adventure in a Hoop Skirt
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By Bogna Jordan4 years ago in Fiction
Mystery of the sea
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By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
A trip with ethan
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By April Liao4 years ago in Fiction
The Sky was a Flame
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By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
