Sometimes the strangest thing happens. She gets this urge to grab the pen, to mark the paper. Words flow from her mind, stories of people she's never met and places she's never seen. 
Other times the words don't come. She's left sitting alone in a room with a pen in her trembling hand, waiting. Waiting for inspiration.
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RaivenBlack RaivenBlack Dec 27, 2016 01:25AM
Hey Guys I'm rewriting Eleventh Hour. Hope  you like it.
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Eleventh Hour by RaivenBlack
Eleventh Hour General Fiction
Nyx looks up at the people gathered around her. No, not people. Angels. Fallen Angels. They've found her. She examines them in their physical forms, some old, some young. Her gaze lingers on a young woman near the...
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