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I: Varric was telling tales again. Hawke could see it in the expressions of the people in Low Town. Awe mixed with admiration, or sometimes, fear. "There's no place in the world more hungry for a hero than Kirkwall," Varric had told him. "When all hope has been lost we are forced to invent." Hawke wished he could tell his friend that he was simply a random witness to events, not the People's Champion as the stories made him out to be. Just another Ferelden refugee, as lost and as caught up in the whirlwind of daily life as any other drunken sot at the Hanged Man. Too often he felt his words fell on deaf ears, that no matter what he said or

Break the Cycle By AngeloftheOdd The world of the shinobi has always been steeped in violence. It is unavoidable. People constantly struggling for more power, more land, more prestige. Conflicting goals, old grudges between clans, emotions running rampant, the thirst for revenge and for personal glory. How easy it would be to see in black and white like they did. Honor. Humanity. Pride. Such faulty ideals, but oh how they would cling to them. To keep telling themselves that they were on the right side. This was the way it was always going to be, he knew that now. Even Orochimaru had let himself become blinded by ambition and it had cost him

Epilogue: Pieces Near was good at solving puzzles. There was always a logical solution. He felt best when he could sit back and watch the full picture come together. The new L. The one who had beat Kira at his own game. So why was he at a loss to explain the questions that now posed themselves to him? How could a man as intelligent and as promising as Beyond Birthday have fallen into a spiral of obsession and self-destruction? What had the greatest detective of all time, L, seen in the eyes of Kira before he succumbed to the final sleep? What would lead a man as rational as Matt to think he could pull off such an insane scheme? Why had

Hold Me Up ch.6 By AngeloftheOdd Being brought back from the jaws of oblivion should have renewed Castiel's faith in God. There was not a shred of doubt in the angel's mind that He had brought him back. The question gnawing at him was why? To continue being a good soldier and keep Heaven in line? To prove some ineffable point? To keep up his post as the Winchesters guardian? Cas knew he was never going to get the answer. He was content to live with the mystery if it meant Dean could finally be happy. To forget about his former life and all the tragedy that had plagued him for as long as he had memory. Even if if meant that Cas had to let h

10 000 images bombarding the tv screen Card-board cutout figures and mannequin smiles Eyes and lips made by Maybelline Hungry expressions and hungrier bodies Perfect tits by airbrush artists Flawless skin courtesy of Photo-shop The perfect Eve A Barbie Doll made for a plastic Ken You will never be thin enough Young enough Or pretty enough For anyone to love you Unless you buy our product You will be defined as The Girl-Next-Door with her fresh scrubbed face The bitch with the cigarette in her black painted lips The spunky grandmother who runs marathons The hip mother who drives a sports car The hardworking business woman i

I Accidentally The Match by AngeloftheOdd Karasu was a self-proclaimed lover. He most definitely wasn't a fighter. If it had been up to him he would never have agreed to enter the Gladiator Arena in the first place, but loyalty to Red was always first priority. To make the whole wretched situation worse, he was up against a girl. He hated hitting girls. It was so ungentlemanly. Considering she was staring at him with anger in her eyes while wielding a giant saw blade didn't help matters any. Even if she was adorable and looked like she shouldn't be able to lift such a heavy weapon. "You gonna come at me or just stand there staring at the i

The Arinna Chronicles By AngeloftheOdd08 Chapter One: The elven encampment lay East of Oak Town. It had been there for as long as the humans could recall. The High Elves chronicled the history of the area with a near-obsessive accuracy. Six hundred years ago the first humans had arrived in what would become Oak Town. Back then it was simply a small port where the High Elf nobles came to trade goods and knowledge with various races throughout Arinna who happened to travel to their part of the world. It later became a settlement of refugees of myriad origin who were escaping famine, war, slavery or natural disaster. Three hundred years ago i