Voodoun Romance

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StoryTraffic london_calling79176 years 2 months ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter Eight) Voodoun Romance16 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter Seven) Voodoun Romance26 years 11 months ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter Six) Voodoun Romance17 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter Four) Voodoun Romance17 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter Three) Voodoun Romance27 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter Two) Voodoun Romance27 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter Five) Voodoun Romance07 years 3 weeks ago
StoryIts Own Rainbow Ewan47 years 1 month ago
StoryBlack Cross (Chapter One) Voodoun Romance137 years 1 month ago
CollectionBLACK CROSS Voodoun Romance07 years 1 month ago
CollectionMy stuff Voodoun Romance011 years 7 months ago
StoryHansel and Gretel Voodoun Romance415 years 2 hours ago
StoryThe Lady of Chains Voodoun Romance1416 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Bottomless Pit Svensson Magic416 years 7 months ago
StoryEmpty hearts with clever voices. mykle516 years 7 months ago
StoryHalf-Light MistakenMagic716 years 7 months ago
Forum topicNew SoW, PoW and Inspiration Point tcook1417 years 6 months ago

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Black Cross (Chapter Three)

Jennifer limped towards the platform, clothes rumpled and torn. Eyes itchy. Cheeks hot and glistening. There was a screaming pain at the back of her...
Cherry

Black Cross (Chapter Two)

Glasgow, 21 st November, 1987 The train sputtered through the underground like a runaway shopping trolley, making Jennifer Darling’s teeth rattle...
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Black Cross (Chapter One)

Extract from The Fortford Times, September 31 st 1978 “ Serial Animal Killer” Strikes Again Deaths of up to 30 cats found decapitated in Blackcross...
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The Lady of Chains

Its been there for as long as anyone can remember. The tower. It stands like an ice-pick, pushing through vines and shrivelled leaves, giving way to an arrow-head roof patched with moss.
Cherry

Hansel and Gretel

We were lost to the forest the day our Mother and Father abandoned us. I run fast; the vast collage of leaves and trees is a wild blur to me. My breath wheezes in my throat.

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