So a paragraph(+) from each. Because I want to. I have been writing an obscene amount.

"Mamut" (A childrens' adventure book... with mammoths)

In the north, in the east, there is a land called the taiga. In this land of mossrock, pine and snow the humans once wandered in a herd. These nomads traveled from camp to camp, to the places where the water flowed and the yak and elk and mammoth walked.
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"Boneheart" (Alternately called: "Gabe, Gail, Shade and Shale" - A children's horror story)

As Gabriel made to move forward, his sister's hand snared him at the back of the neck, holding fast. He opened his mouth in indignation, but it fell further in surprise. The way before him had changed drastically- the gray-green leaves and dirt road had shriveled and blackened. Split wagon wheels and shattered carts littered the pathway, while skeletal corpses hung among rope festooned between ghoulish branches, bodies picked over by passing birds.

He recoiled in horror, grasping at her arm for support. "How can it?" Gabriel gasped, pulling them back from the way of desolation he had embarked upon. "How could I not see it?" He turned to Abigail, from behind her the boy named Shale stared in wonder at his surprise. "What else have I been unable to see?"
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"Empath" (A very fucked up short story about torture)

There was a buzzing, the sound of electricity racing. A snake hissing in the ceiling, through the thin panels of Styrofoam, wriggling into the lights. Illuminating. That ceiling with its white, pocked surface and that sound of living wires were the first two tangibles that came to his attention.

An itch followed suit, tingling against his brow.

It was by then he became aware that his hands were anchored behind his back, constricted with a biting wire that cut halfway up his arms.

The hissing in the lights and the irritation on his brow suddenly seemed less significant.
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"The Poles: Those Missing" (Chapter 11)

Near the edge of town there was a small commotion. Several people were in a flurry about a small thatch-roofed house. Its door was swung wide, the light from the inside casting a long rectangle of radiance across their path.

Mixed in with the hurried words, exclamations of stressed furniture and disturbed kitchenware was a high keen of someone in pain.
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"The Poles: Gob Business" (Chapter 7)

Voan napped on horseback often, but woke when Harlon made a growl of alarm. Dusk had crept up on her, pressing a cool mist on her eyes. There was no color to the sunset, and that was the first thing she noticed, the other was that there was a raucous of thunder behind them.

The steed turned without being asked and Voan peered to the road she had just traveled down, seeing a tumultuous thunderhead spreading its dark fingers from down the way. It was a distance off, and that worried her.
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"The Poles: To the Ocean" (Chapter 20?)

There was a sudden touch upon his arm, a cool sinking feeling in his flesh. Next to him a beast of silver and sapphire turned its gaze into his, eyes wet jewels and hair that were tendrils of the moon. Quith did not know whether or not Faristaad had changed on him, or what he was seeing was a trick of the mind, but he was aware that this was Death, and its eyes were not filled with wickedness.


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