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There was a story, done a long time ago on a website far, far away called Timestop. It was done in the format of days, where a kid called Warren, found out he could stop time. She' if the writer was indeed a she, wrote up to six days, then, nothing. All stopped in 2009 which is the date on xnxx. Does anyone know what happened to the writer and if there was ever anymore?
I had a thought about a series - the town at Lonely Mountain was there for years, and no one attempted to get in and steal the gold? What if a thief tried and succeeded? The thief could get in and out with relative ease, only stealing a little bit here and there, never venturing in too far.
I'm on the hunt for a post-apocalyptic tale with Area 51 as its focal point. The protagonist, regardless of gender, traverses this desolate world in search of the enigmatic Area 51, driven by curiosity about what lies within. Have any of you encountered such a story? In the '90s, we had "Jeremiah," a series that touched on this theme briefly across two seasons, but there hasn't been much exploring it since then.
The ethereal being, almost ghostly in appearance, turned sideways to study James, a nod of amusement gracing his spectral features.
"I had long since relinquished hope, whiling away my existence at the bottom of a bottle. And then, word reached me of a young man wielding a whip and bearing the Belmont icon. Hm, it seems fate is not without its sense of irony," he mused. "Here I find you, encircled by vampires, whip in hand, teetering on the brink of utter defeat."
"I wouldn't say utter," James mused, a hint of defiance in his voice. His eyes held a steady, unyielding gaze, reflecting a resolve not easily shaken. Despite the dire circumstances, there was an undiminished spark of resilience in him, a refusal to concede to the seemingly overwhelming odds. His response, though brief, spoke volumes of his character – one not easily bowed, even in the face of ancient and formidable adversaries. The vampire, towering and imposing with long, blond hair and skin as pale as death, smiled at the irony lacing his words.
"It feels good to be alive again," he declared, a sense of revitalization evident in his tone. His presence was both menacing and captivating, a paradox that seemed to define his very essence. He turned to the other vampires, snarling and snapping and smiled, almost sadly. “I am Alucard, son of Dracula, fight me and die, like many thousands of vampires before you.”
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