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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: 01.08
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. Authors Notes - January. Author's Notes - January. Not much to report here. Let me see. I do believe I covered the whole rape and slavery thing at some point, so no reason to go into that, either. 
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: 07.08
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. Weedle. String shot.". The bird hopped around to fully face the one that had spoken, brown eyes blinking as it took the figure in. The creature was small, even compared to others of it's own species...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: Human
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. It was the longest I'd ever seen his face. Even longer than all the other times I'd seen it put together. But he must have had this planned for a decade or more. That bottle beside his.grave wa...Must ...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: 04.08
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. Mentions of death and violence. I wanted her dead the first time I saw her. It was as simple as that. Pretty sad, isn't it? No, it was because of her color. Light teal. I had only ever met one other of...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: 12.07
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. Authors Notes - December. Jerry - Chapter One. Author's Notes - December. Most of my characters are male. Why? I won't apologize for any "bad" language or his desire to kill. I won't apologize for ...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: 05.08
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. Under-Paid Therapist - Damian. Under-Paid Therapist - Damian. Damian Being Damian (read:. Language, Sexual Content. He was always telling me not to be selfish, not to be a tease, do what. Here he stopp...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: Intelligence
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. What the hell is wrong with you? Or are you- ". But it was the first day of the new school year. Surely she could lay off for at least this one day. It wouldn't hurt any, would it? Or am I just their b...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: 12.09
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. What the hell is wrong with you? Or are you- ". But it was the first day of the new school year. Surely she could lay off for at least this one day. It wouldn't hurt any, would it? Or am I just their b...
                                     
                                    
                                        
                                            
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories: 03.08
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                                        Feather Pen - Stories. Eyes are the passages to one's soul. Look not too deeply, or you may become forever entangled. Words are the path to one's mind. Follow as you will, what harm could possibly come? There is but a front door to one's heart. Let in only those that you trust, for no exit means no escape. Dark grey eyes opened, blinking into the starlit darkness surrounding the small man. They closed as he let out a tired sigh. He shouldn't have dozed off. He really should not have dozed off. His hands ...