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Rogue of Honor or The Assasin

A tall handsome man in a  black shirt and pants  with glasses sat in his dingy little office. He was scribbling on papers with some skill with a black quill and ink. He stopped when he heard his son Lance arguing with his assistant  outside the office.
"Go away Necromancer he's working!" Blake Alexander heard his assistant shouting. "But I have to see him it is important!" Lance shouted back. Bla...

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Stand and Deliver : In the Moonlight

It was a cool and crisp night in the Epping Forest,  the stagecoach moved amongst the shadows of a full silver moon. which gave the forest a magical glow, thought Mary Gregory a passenger of the coach.  Her brother the Magistrate,  Sir Thomas Gregory,  thought it felt less magical but more eerie and dangerous. he saw highwaymen and footpads in every shadow.  the driver was also nervous as highwaym...

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Vivienne and the Reaper: The Mortal Coil

 
The Reaper had one dream to live as a mortal man, it came true he was human so it did seem, so he went to see a show to be with the mortals as a man,
the flesh and blood grim reaper sat feeling human, he saw a beautiful lady she was an actress, he couldn't help but love her name was Vivienne McCann, He couldn't resist meeting her she asked for a name to him address,
"Grim- Michael Gri...

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Albert Lemmon Sees The End.

The world don't end the way y'all think it do.
It ain't no alien invasions, or no world wars or no crap like that. And it ain't no natural disasters or prophecies neither... 
And, it wasn't really all the way over when it seemed to be all over. 
Trust me, the end was only just beginnin'...
Let me tell it how I seen it, again and again. It was 0930 on Monday, July the 4th, in the year 2,067A.D....

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