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Set in the present, an individual dressed in a reaper get-up picks up a sharp knife and begins to slice and dice his way through the quiet town of Woodsboro. A group of friends are, one by one, being terrorized by the masked killer who wields an instrument of torturous death. The main girl is somewhat amused and thrilled by the grotesque chain of events. Is she death himself or is she simply a fan of the artwork?
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08 Jul 2026
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One lonely and battered young girl dies a horrible death, only to find that death is not the end. What comes next? How will she cope when she realizes that there is no happy ending for her in death?
What will she do when she recognizes the world she fell into?
What will she do when she sees fate writing itself?
What will happen to the girl as she feels her sanity slipping through her fingers like the blood she shed once upon a time?
The choices she makes could very well change the fate of the world...
What if this is just the beginning?
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- Part 1 of The Undying Vow
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08 Jul 2026
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Kindling by Vivisection (orphan_account)
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies)
08 Dec 2024
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kindling
kɪndlɪŋ
uncountable noun
Kindling is small pieces of dry wood and other materials that you use to start a fire.
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Aragorn had not thought of her in years. Not when the shadow of war darkened the horizon, nor when the whispers of Sauron’s return stirred the hearts of men with dread, nor even when the One Ring was revealed, bearing the weight of all their fates. No, such memories had been left behind, buried beneath the long toil of exile and the burden of his calling. There was no room for heartache amidst the tide of destiny.Yet when he saw her again upon the steps of Meduseld, the world seemed to still. Her dark hair fell like raven’s wings, and her eyes—deep and blue as the waters of Tarn Aeluin. She stood tall, proud and unyielding, yet there was in her bearing the same grace he remembered, the same quiet strength that had once stirred his heart.
In that moment, all he had fought to forget surfaced, unbidden, like leaves rising from the depths of a still pool. He felt the pull of her presence, a tether that no distance or passing age could sever. He longed to be near her, to speak the words he had long left unsaid, to hold her as though the world itself could be set aside.
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11 Jun 2026