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A new life, Chapter 1

A new life Chapter One; It can't be true... It was a beautiful morning and even though it was already September, the sun was still shining and that made the morning even more beautiful. It was the end of the U.Z.Z. Summer Holiday and the U.Z.Z. Agents were already back at work for a week, but it still felt like summer. So the agents didn't mind to have some missions outdoors. One of these U.Z.Z. Agents was just looking out of her bedroom window. U.Z.Z. Secret Agent Anita Knight was already awake and fully dressed at seven o'clock. She woke up at six and she just couldn't sleep any more. It was like something was bothering her and it was

The Secret Show

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NCIS

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Rudy and Penny's Lovely Embrace

Cartoon fanart

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Literature

Hoe nu verder? Deel 2

De middag kwam langzaam tot zijn einde. Het werd wat frisser en de lucht kleurde rood van de ondergaande zon. Maar Sidonia had even geen oog voor de schoonheid van de natuur. Ze zat in de tuin om even alleen te kunnen zijn en na te denken over wat er nu allemaal gebeurd was. Het was een rare dag geweest en haar gesprek met Lambik was er niet veel beter op geworden. In haar ooghoeken zag ze iemand de tuin in komen en Sidonia keek op. Tot haar verbazing kwam Lambik naar haar toegelopen en ging in de tuinstoel naast haar zitten. Allebei bleven ze stil. Sidonia had namelijk geen idee wat Lambik bij haar kwam doen en Lambik zocht naar een goede

Stories

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Literature

The Unwound Future: Fanfic

"Hello. We haven't seen each other in a while, have we? But I suppose that's my fault. Too many puzzles and cases, so little time." Pause. "But I brought you flowers." A bouquet of pink roses are clenched tightly in his hands, his fingers are shaking from the force of which he is holding them. The thorns are sharp, like small daggers tearing through his skin; he doesn't feel the pain. Crimson blood drips from his fingers, onto the pure, white snow at his feet. "They're roses, your favorite." With a tight jaw he sets them down. His blood is beginning to stain the flowers, its dark, rich pigment spreading across the pink petals. It's quiet a

Professor Layton

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Melita

'Coloring Book'

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