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Title: Caves
Summary: It may not have been their best idea, spelunking unassisted for the first time, but there was something about life to appreciate when you weren't sure if you'd see another day.

Day Four Fic 1 )
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Summary: It will come back.

So this is a little mini-series/drabble-series type thing that I decided to do while out vacationing because there's only so much you can do while trapped in a car for hours with someone that is slowly becoming the bane of your existence no matter how much you love them.

Hopefully I'll be able to update this every day/every other day.

His hands traveled across... )

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Cut on my journal for easier access. :Y
Part One )

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I was playing around with fonts and got this awful idea:

USUK fluff

Dear Journal that is not a Diary )

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*Amended chapter numbers - plot got out of hand. Whoops.
My brain baby with [livejournal.com profile] tierracielo! :D
Those that were closest to Alfred gathered about his house... )

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The Great Plains

Summary: Freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. – Janice Joplin

... have you ever thought that choosing not to choose is indeed a choice after all? )

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Related to this story. The full lyrics of Arthur's song to Alfred:

Lyrics ahoy: )
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Title: Rebirth
Summary: A different take on immortality.
Rating: T

Everything was dark... )

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Alfred was in church late Sunday morning when he received a new text. After a minute or two, he began to fidget in the pew, fiddling with the old, time worn bible in his hands. The thin pages were open to the hymns that they normally sung when instructed - not that he needed the reference as he knew most of them by heart, but it was more a habit of years spent touching the same soft pages as he listened to sermon after sermon. Subtly he glanced about himself. He was wedged between Matthew and his teacher Mr. Carriedo. Matthew shot him an irritated glance as Alfred crossed and uncrossed his legs several times, wondering how badly he would be scolded for pulling his phone out as Father Feliciano began a new passage; his accented voice smooth and calming as he spoke of the troubles of today’s world.

Alfred had a feeling that this was going to be a good year. )

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The day whittled away at an excruciatingly slow pace for Arthur. Numbers and notes jumbled into illegible blurs before his eyes as he attempted to concentrate on work. He grumbled venomously to himself for a few minutes before simply deciding that he wasn't going to get anything done now and gathered up his things, leaving only four hours after arriving.

Whaddya say? If I just showed up in England one day, would you meet me there? )

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Daer Pen Pal

My Naem is ALFRED F. JONES. I am in 2 grade. My favrite things is hambergers and football and my dog His naem is Spike and I like carots. But you cant tell no one!!!!!! Its not cool to like carots you know?

My techer says I haveto put here that I live in UNITED STATES in NEBASKRA the statE. Yep.

Writ back


Dear Alfred, )

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