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Rewritten opening for The Three Rings (June 2017 I like this version better lmao)

Prologue Everyone has those moments in life where they wish there was some fantastical world they belonged to, some world that made them forget their boring existence. A world where they have power that they don’t actually have in their true lives. Most people use television or books to escape. What no one understands is that, there are other worlds far different than anything we would ever know. Worlds we can’t imagine, worlds that have a special place reserved for us for some amazing reason. Amazing scenery, foes, creatures, friends. All it takes to find one of these places is to just look hard enough. It’s confusing, yes. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be true. The saddest part about me telling you these things is that very few of you will believe me. What makes it worse is that, of the small number that believes, you’ll give up just before you find what you’re searching for and there’s not a thing I can do to help you. The searching comes from you, sometimes within yourself...
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Story idea about the dead dude

So, apparently, I had it flipped when I was telling you guys. The dead guy is the hero of the story. The ideas for it came flooding back when I read this little note. Preston Lewis  -Dead Guy, generally unimportant to most people, just a blur in a crowd of people, maybe depressed Randall Hughes – Loner, finds Preston, thought he was a better friend than Preston actually thought Preston is a 43 year old man, not in the best health but a generic man, ethnicity is unimportant. Worked in an office, 9-5 for twenty years, life is generally bleak. Had many big dreams but no drive or ability, maybe lacked the courage. Never married, no kids, no crazy stories to tell. A very good listener. Dies in his car at the office parking lot, listening to a travelling podcast about finding the courage to chase his dreams on repeat, likely burnt to a CD as he was an old fashioned man, didn’t like technology that much. His car was nothing fancy, white but needed a wash, cracking leather seats, o...
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Snape's One Shot (idk when I wrote this lmao it was at least 12 years ago)

The grounds of Hogwarts in summer always were so inviting. The grass a dark, vibrant green, the air warm. All of the students had returned home to be with families and give the teachers a chance to prepare for the new year, but even the teachers enjoyed the summer season, all except one. Professor Snape always hid, locked away in his dungeon classroom, ruefully getting things in order. He currently sat at his desk, grumbling as he shuffled papers, pondering what potions he would try to make tonight. He only left for meals and he got bored. He let his mind drift to the students he loathed so as he organized. He scowled, recalling one in particular. The son of the woman he loved, Harry James Potter. Oh, how he hated that boy for his arrogance, his mother's eyes..his ass of a father's looks. See, when Snape was a student, he was bullied by James Potter and his friends. Lily was his only friend, up until that Potter targeted her and she fell. Anyway, if Snape hadn't sworn...
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Unnamed Story (March 2015)

What’s death like? I honestly don’t know. I mean, maybe I should, as I’m, ya know, DEAD, but I’m clueless. It happened pretty quickly. I just turned around and there he was. His frantic eyes flashed and I felt some odd pressure on my gut, then some warmth…before it all went cold. Nah, I’m just kidding. It was way more involved than that. It initially felt like someone kicked me so hard that the wind rushed from my lungs. I couldn’t catch my breath and felt a moment of panic. A ringing started in my ears and began to grow deafening. I thought I screamed. I thought I pushed him away. I honestly didn’t even realize I was dying until the tunnel vision began to set in. All of a sudden, the panic faded away completely. I still couldn’t catch my breath but I didn’t want to. I felt kind of heavy, my knees buckling under the weight of my body. The force of my dead weight felt like someone was pushing down on my head to get me on the ground. I could feel my bare legs getting caught on the g...
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Nine Lives (June 2017)

How dare this giant humiliate me in such a way. Again, the human ward I was charged to sent me away to her as a punishment for simply existing. I never asked to be sent to the woman! I do not even know WHY I must protect her. Perhaps this life is to be a miserable mark on my mind. The little giant my human sent me to is a familiar face in an even more familiar dungeon. The entire place smells of misery and the tears of beasts. Hair that has been ruthlessly taken from cats and dogs of all walks of life litter the ground every visit. I never see the same face twice. Dogs are locked in cold cells, crying as they ponder their fate. Today, I am here again. I do not understand why. The human sends me to the land of the blue giants far too often. They lock me in a cell, they cut off my nails, my true line of defense, and they glue silly fake nails over them, as if I would not notice the humiliation. The littlest giant is the one I am given to every time. Perhaps she is a child of the...
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Darkness (June 2017)

         Chapter 1 “Jamie, if I have to tell you to go to bed again, I’m going to spank you.” Amelia Roberts glowered over her book from the couch at the little five year old boy who stood in monster truck pajamas before her.  “But Mommy, I promise, there’s a monster in my room! She’s hiding in my closet.” Jamie’s lip trembled. “You have to tell her to go away.” “Jamie, I’m not go-“ “Daddy would.” He stared at his mother. Amelia closed her book, glancing at the silver wedding band around her finger before setting the book on the couch and standing. “Okay, Jamie.” She took his small hand in hers, smiling a little at his brown curls and dark brown eyes. He was the spitting image of her late husband, albeit, much smaller. With a sigh, she led the way to his room. When they reached their destination at the end of the hall, Amelia brushed her hands against the light switch, his car themed bedroom lighting up. She pulled Jamie al...
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