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Jane and her way back home.

She had no dreams, And in the morning the woman in black wakes her with wack on her head, It… Read More

8 years ago

Jane and her way back home.

Jane is a beautiful woman at the age of 18. Five foot nothing with a athletic build, and wavy black… Read More

8 years ago

Two Rude Uncles Yelling to the beat

ommy Smart was thinking about Annie England again. Annie was an energetic monster with hairy eyes and dirty legs. Tommy… Read More

8 years ago

Our little walk on the path of blood

I do not where this path may lead, but till the end we will go. A forest opening is clear… Read More

8 years ago

On the path the the Center of my soul and the the path I took to get here chapter two. And the my first book.

The dreams were always there, sometimes I may be in the forest or other on a ship thin the middle… Read More

8 years ago

ShAdOw Of a LitTlE GiRlS mInD

Once there was a girl and she lived on a large farm. Her mother owned. Once it was full of… Read More

8 years ago