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The industrial revolution had brought great changes to the British Isles, it had produced canals, industry (and the buildings that came with it) and of course, the workers. What it left behind was exactly the same; the once essential canals had now become nothing more than obstacles for the motorways that soon became the arteries of the small stormy island. They also nowadays provided a handful of people with enough money a way to travel to country without having to endure the endless traffic jams and eventual rage that came with the roads.
The buildings had mostly fallen victim to the rav


E.O.T.R. One Chapter 3The sea of Phorusrichians parted almost perfectly as Venotarian, Stryka and Matthew walked down the Phoenixs ramp and into the landing bay. It reminded Matthew of the times before a fight when hed be led into the ring that was made up of the bodies of the spectators, and he felt all of their eyes boring into him, some praying that hed win, some praying that hed get knocked unconscious quickly so they could have a poke between Jongs girlfriends legs during 4th lesson.E.O.T.R. One Chapter 3
But this time round it was surprisingly friendly, he had established that humans werent well like by Phori for some reason


E.O.T.R One: Chapter 2The angry sharp wind cascaded over the hills with enough force to knock sheep off balance, bend trees and make the heather move more than John Prescott at an all you can eat buffet. If there was any religious beings out in this maelstrom they wouldve reached the conclusion that their God(s) had got sick of the current state of the planet and taken matters into their own hands.E.O.T.R One: Chapter 2
But it wasnt the apocalypse, this was just Scotland, in summer. Although there was no denying that there was a storm of some description on its way. Even if its effects would only be seen by the occasional lonely Shepard who had spent too


The Vixen and the DrunkabThe rain lashed against the authentic 17th century window like a horde of angry wasps. The in the green gloom of his vast study George Topping, 15th lord of Bindling house sat alone in a cloud of whiskey induced ecstasy. He had lost control of his limbs a good 10 minutes ago and now all he could do was slump back in his chair and giggle inanely at the days events.The Vixen and the Drunk
Good hunt today! he slurred to the grand picture of his father that hung on the wall opposite him, dominating the room. Shame Alistair couldnt be with us his cold blue eyes narrowed. Partially from the light that continued to
this be the Ethan I mentioned...
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"I'm not a stalker, i just want you for me and no-one else"
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"I'm not a stalker, i just want you for me and no-one else"
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