tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14995178817915783592011-11-27T15:43:22.210-08:00A place of collected fiction written by S. Dolan. All text contained within this blog, or linked from this blog, is Copyright of Sam D. Dolan 2009, unless stated otherwise. If you wish to reuse any content you must seek written confirmation direct from the author prior to using. Them the breaks folks.S.Dolanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10282794663244251355noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499517881791578359.post-11152416805028540302009-07-06T23:55:00.000-07:002009-07-06T23:56:48.380-07:00

Everyone - please relocate your bookmarks or what have you to my new WordPress location. http://helvainia.wordpress.com/

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Chapter 3 – Jr. & The Maan The school bell rang. It was oddly louder then what Haku expected. He ran his hand over his throat as it pulsed painfully. I guess I’m sick but it doesn’t feel like any sore throat I’ve ever had. He told himself. He passed by the thick clump of trees at the side of the school building. His mind winced as he remembered waking up there.***Haku left the school

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Chapter 2 – His Half-BrotherThe night was well on its way when the door opening woke Tsume up. He immediately stood up hoping to greet Atsu. He was ready to confess everything and beg for forgiveness. However he didn’t see his dark red haired blue eyed prince walk in. Standing in the door, soaked with heavy rain behind him, was a young man with nearly the same build as Atsu had, the same hair

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Ok so I'm going to be away until at least April 10th. Sorry :( moving sucks.

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We're paxing (packing) and eventually speeing (sleeping ala Reborn) today. So story of my life right now:Moving in 11 days to OR, Portland area. Don't have a place yet so I might end up homeless for a week (fun times). Eventually things will work out.

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Even the heavy scent of asphalt and exhaust didn’t block out the sound of the humming voices. Ina walked though the city covered by the worn musty old hooded sweater and in dusty earth covered jeans that hugged to him. His hair was long and fell into his face and his body was bony and underfed. It felt like a balancing act with bricks on a toothpick ever time he stepped. The entire cityscape

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For all of those who do not already know,I am currently in a deep deep hole.Working, breaking wrist and bone,for a website to behold.It's silver, golden, crisp and clean,with new glamor of a flash title screen.Though I've worked on it for near a week,there is much I've yet to tweak.So wait a bit and be satisfied,with this little rhyme of mine.

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By: S. DolanThe weather had turned for the worst on the late April night. The streets were full of puddles and people either driving cars perilously fast to get home in the gridlock or running from overhang to overhang. In the dark far back of a small alley small little paws rushed to hide under the cover of a large beaten up pickup. A wet matted furry gray spotted kitten shook his head and

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By: S. Dolan2/9/2009Lin Garris, a common middle American young man was getting off of his middle American income retail job in the middle of the night. He walked from the grocery outlet to his small little light blue Toyota sedan. It was a worn car, having scrapes along the side from a car accident that he wasn’t involved in and missing two hubcaps for the same reason. The car’s right side had

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By S. DolanJanuary 31, 2009I’m a sixteen-year-old high school student. My best friends are Lisa, Amanda, Mary, Carol, Kate and Lexi. We have lockers all together in the hall. One Monday morning, when I opened my locker, I had a white piece of paper folded in it. When I read it all it had on it was one word in pink felt pen: Duck. Next to me, Lexi also had one. I looked and everyone had a folded

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