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The cloak. The cape, or whatever she wished to call it--it didn't really matter, for it carried no name other than the name of it's hood, which served as it's crown, it's namegiver. 

Her hands ran over it. She was only a child, but she could still see things. When she touched it's fabric, she, for an instant, could see a red-checkered tablecloth tucked into a picnic basket. She could see the curve of trees, which became the curve of a flower's stem held in a child's--or was it a wolf's?--hand. 

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One hundred years ago, a mysterious rift opened up in Northern Africa, releasing creatures from dimensions untold into this world. These organisms, which later became known as Exofauna, quickly spread across the globe. Underestimated by humanity, they overpowered us, forcing us into major population centers and claiming the Earth as their own.

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Hey Friend,

You and I met in second grade

We couldn’t be separated

We had so much fun together

I was always loyal

And you were too

And even though I was almost a year older

You always led the way

Four years we were

the best of friends

Then something changed

Like I didn’t matter anymore 

You didn’t pay attention

To what I said 

And I didn’t tell you how it felt 

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Hello all, J.B.E here. So I'll cut to the chase; I vanished for the 800th time and wasn't planning to come back until Valentine's Day especially since Brooke and Danie are MIA and Pete doesn't really seem to care about anything, uh, literary at the moment (ironically, last time he was the one trying to convince me to write again).  But as it stands, I have no creative outlet in my life right now, and I won't be writing anything for reals until November.

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Welcome to the Glass Game. 

You didn't know you were a player.

You didn't know anything except that the grey clouds oozing across the sky looked especially mystical that day. In fact, the thick rolls and speckles gathered into a roaring thunderhead reminded you of a giant bird of prey swooping over the edge of Earth. 

Most of you don't like the rain. 

But three of you were out in the oncoming storm.

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Reveal

~ 

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Why do keep coming back,

Why do you keep calling my name,

Why after all the times you’v hurt me

Told sercerts and lies,

Why can’t you see you’r better off with out me?
Why can’t you just be happy with your new best friend,

or someone else,

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A Village Of Secrets

So, this is a story I'm writing. The title is "A Village Of Secrets". Here goes nothing! 

Prologue: 

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Camp Half-Blood RP 

Credit to June, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THAT RP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

So, we all meet at Camp, and then we go on quests in groups of three. No characters can die, be kind, 2 charries max, and no kids are in Artemis or Hera cabins. 

Charrie: 

Name: 

Age: 

Pronouns: 

Years at Camp: 

Appearance: 

Godly Parent: 

Demigod Hero(s): 

Other:  

Heres mine: 

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OP RP

So anywho I just wanted to see how this would work out: The Ultimate OP RP!! 

there is no plot at the moment so you will just fill out the charrie and go crazy! quite simple!

Name:

Age:

Personality:

Appearance:

Powers:

Backstory:

Crush:

Freinds:

Enemies: 

Weapon(optional):

Other: