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Gloryhound - (Noun) : A person who's both consciously and subconsciously willing to give up anything to make his or her ambition true. Through the multicolored kaleidoscope of the fluorescent adolescent time of everyone's lives, the camera pans towards Gotfrey Newell. Full time best friend, part time hooligan and a boy who's never too far from following the boundaries of parental guidance. But life's invisible puppet hands behind the curtains are always a bit too bored with the monotonous performance of the protagonist, as the background of his life changes without cue cards or commands. His spiked baseball shoes and shin guards with homerun dust, is just the beginning of a daily routine, before change sweeps everyone of their feet through its silent reform. So strap yourself in the bones of the narrator, going through life with the high knowledge of social interaction and unfilled craving for affection. Peppered by a group of intelligent, difficult, lovely and ambitious characters who never fail to impress or to disappoint. " Gloryhounds. " A story about villains, heroes, the afraid, the leftovers, the oddballs, the phantom of the nights, the lovers, the dreamers and the ambitious. A novel that says the things that you want to but never can.…

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Welcome to Drafting Davies!A book which will consist of the following:Wattpad and included topics.Writing (Tips and tricks).A 'How to' series; obviously for 'Dummies'.Self-drawn sketches.Photography. Psychology and Cognition Theories (Yes, you have read that right.).Literary talks and discussions.Prompts for Clubs.Standalone Short Stories.Book facts and Secrets (Self written works, of course).Book & Movie analysis.Reviews.Small rants and Blogs (In the distant future).And, so much more!Enjoy!…

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The 4 storied building wouldn't be enough. The fall would be too quick to cherish. Too small to enjoy. Too short to be lethal. The river with the beautifully scattered rocks were too far away, sitting in such a distance that he might change his mind before he could sink down to a comfortable drown.But the fish market which dispensed its revolting scent, the whiff of blood, the sensation of being always cold was just the place he needed to be.And that place, gave Jerry Prasley that means to donate his own life, offer it like charity to death, without a double thought or a question.He could see the glimmer of his own reflection at the stainless steel, made to conquer anything with flesh and guts. The rest is for me to tell and you to find out.…

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" Thirty-- the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief case of enthusiasm, thinning hair. " Age of Suits.Age of success.Dawn of a new part in the mid life of 30.Times of luxury and the " Good life " in the wild, enthusiastic, thrill filled streets of New York. Time to be alive and breathe in life in its purest scent.But the world turns its back to the protagonist, Graham Dion Montgomery, when his elongated marriage of 5 years is rudely shoved to a discussion deprived end, life becomes cynical as does he. Self shunned by the aristocrat society where affairs and broken marriages are discussed over lunch as a feature of entertainment with tuneless laughter, life truly becomes sickening and coarse even though his known pupil, the Parsons never fail to be there for him in his time of need.However, the play of life never quits to be uninteresting since Junith Chambers, appears into everyone's life in a hasty prose.Impromptu and spasmodically, her little secrets that are held in the privacy of her own moral mind, written in ink falls down into the pessimistic, wry hands of Dion Montgomery.Thus, the story stages in bouts of laughter, described and narrated by the cheating, deadly precocious Dion Montgomery in his own mirthful words and proceeds to the end of this rare harmonies of strange characters, their dilemmas, the enigmatic bits and bobs.And beyond.…

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" You have to tell me what's it about. Someone's after ya.............aren't they? " " I don't want it. I didn't ask for any of this. I need the money..but I don't want it anymore. " The shriek of the girl echoed through the restless, sleepless green void of the forest with no one in the 7 miles except for the man with a reddened beaten up face, whom she was yelling at with the pain conquering her voice." Vigil Woods " stumbles upon the grave founding of ordinary people and in the slight passing of the sun, without any warning, a cursed class of men and a woman, selective by the cruel twist of fate fall into a tantrum which is headed nowhere but in the hell holes of death. " Vigil Woods. Your holiday destination for a blood bath. "…

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"The flow of time is always cruel... its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it... A thing that does not change with time is a memory of younger days..." Sheik knew what he said and what he said was nothing more than the exact and the purest form of truth. And this undiluted taste of the brutal realism is what we don't know. Don'w want to know and even if by some accident or from a sinking experience of a bad night, even if we come to know of this secret of life, we choose to ignore it. Always we do. And always we will. As always, the idea of an ideal short story resides in implementing a message.…

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" The Unknown Lacuna " is a mystery novel, following the life of, Simone Port. A neurologist and a neurosurgeon. Like every doctor, she is ambitious. Waiting for her next big break. The next mountain to climb. The simplicity and the lack of dazzle of social life has turned her into an introvert who prefers to be alone on Holidays rather than get together with people she doesn't consider as friends. But her earnest taste of living is soon inbound to take a turn when a whirlwind of unexpected events start to present themselves without any announcements. And the truth she learns about herself wipes away the the woman she knew herself to be. For forever.…

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The vision of people we have often prove themselves to be a lie in critical times as we over exaggerate them. Make them perfect and divine. Even though, most of the time, the glistering and amplified image of them disappoint us as they are not the person who we thought to be.This short story reflects of the lives of a trio, following a certain protagonist and the bounds of interaction with them. Lastly but not least, I hope you enjoy this fling of words and find some sort of retribution in the array of melancholic happenings.…