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PhineasJamesVinci

College Stu. -Pro. Writing Major
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Ash's Forest

OC by: ~Sicarius8 (https://www.deviantart.com/sicarius8) Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci: Quietly tucked away, between the lush mountain sides and under the blanket of the colorful autumn leaves, slept a small town. It sat by a small river that trailed off into the larger lakes. The old buildings seemed to sigh with bliss as the falling afternoon sun shone on their aged brickwork and wooden frames. The 6:00pm train could be heard chugging past the town’s lone station, which overlooked the rest of the town. This was Sicariuston, a small town that could trace its roots to the end of the civil war. And through the generations the town slowly grew to its current populatio

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Ash's Forest

OC by: ~Sicarius8 (https://www.deviantart.com/sicarius8) Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci: Quietly tucked away, between the lush mountain sides and under the blanket of the colorful autumn leaves, slept a small town. It sat by a small river that trailed off into the larger lakes. The old buildings seemed to sigh with bliss as the falling afternoon sun shone on their aged brickwork and wooden frames. The 6:00pm train could be heard chugging past the town’s lone station, which overlooked the rest of the town. This was Sicariuston, a small town that could trace its roots to the end of the civil war. And through the generations the town slowly grew to its current populatio

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Ash's Forest

OC by: ~Sicarius8 (https://www.deviantart.com/sicarius8) Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci: Quietly tucked away, between the lush mountain sides and under the blanket of the colorful autumn leaves, slept a small town. It sat by a small river that trailed off into the larger lakes. The old buildings seemed to sigh with bliss as the falling afternoon sun shone on their aged brickwork and wooden frames. The 6:00pm train could be heard chugging past the town’s lone station, which overlooked the rest of the town. This was Sicariuston, a small town that could trace its roots to the end of the civil war. And through the generations the town slowly grew to its current populatio

Short Stories Bin

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Auger's Peace PT2 [Commission]

OC by: ~Ryurei-Kizuna (https://www.deviantart.com/ryurei-kizuna) Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci: Sorry for all the delays, written with dedication, I hope you enjoy. :) The bar glowed warmly as the afternoon sun shined through the large windows, what little light that could reach into the room anyway. Danny had a whole crowd around him at this point, listening to every word that he said. He paused and got another one of Mr. Bart’s drinks. “Oh is that the time already, crud. I got to hurry this along.” He said to himself. He turned to me as I kept taking notes on his story. “So about two weeks had passed since I found Auger. And every day it was the s

Commissions

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The Story of Johnson - Chapter 1

---If you haven't read the beginning of the series yet. Click Here.--- It had been a few days since my "recruitment" into the captain’s crew, and as the hammock I rested in swayed on its ropes in the cool and quiet quarters, I thought about how the other men were doing back at George Town. The captain already told me why the crew had done what they did; they didn't want people looking for me... I was to be dead to the world, supposedly buried under the rubble of my own "house fire". He added on that it wasn't anything personal, all crew members had gone through the same thing... But still my friends are probably worried sick. I'd also

The Story of Johnson

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Wild Childs Heart CH1

 I climbed the tall cliff side, my brow soaked in sweat as the spring sun grilled my back. My hands slipped many times as I attempted to get back to the top, my arms and legs ached their resentment as I continued on. Finally, I reached the top, and my limbs could have their peace as I took in the huge forest falls around me… The ravine was large and deep, covered by swaying trees and moss along the jagged faces. A large raging river snaked its way down the cliff sides, bouncing off the layers of rock, and foaming at the bottom of the beautiful ravine. Birds chirped as they rested along the elms and pines, and I could even spot a few d

Wild Child's Heart

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Leaving the Nest PT1

The Journal of; Daniel Smith In regards to finally Leaving the nest. Friday, August 21st, 2015 at 10:40pm “Day Zero” I write this opening entry in my bedroom; the bedroom that, for over eight years now, I could safely call my own. But tonight everything changes, for tomorrow this room will no longer me my bedroom, but simply an empty bedroom. For years I have imagined my own freedom; pacing back and forth along the aged blue carpet, rambling on and on to myself about the possibilities, always ending on that solemn note of “But not today.” I would also promise myself to not forget where I had come from; not now or e

The Journal of Daniel Smith

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Volume 1 - Issue 1: 'The Death of the Universe'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_aOIA-vyBo – Kurzgesagt – In a Nutshell https://www.space.com/11642-dark-matter-dark-energy-4-percent-universe-panek.html – Space website; “We only know 4% of the universe.” “So what will actually happen to the universe in the end? At the moment, Heat Death seems the most likely, but we at Kurzgesagt hope that this “dead forever” stuff is wrong and the universe will start over and over again. We don’t know for sure either way, so let’s just assume that the most uplifting theory is true.” – Kurzgesagt “That is, if we make it that f

The Rambling

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Vol1Edi1 - Behaevial's Temple

It was a quiet night as the rich car moved along the old dirt road, through the woods and by the shores of the Kakirk Sea. The drive had been a long one and a tiring one for the driver and his boss; Behaevial Jones. Behaevial was in the warm and plush back seat; scanning over the recent sea charts that was sent to him from the Mayor of Frammonks Harbor. “How long till we arrive?” Behaevial asked. “20 minutes sir.” Responded his driver, not taking his eyes off of the road for a second. Behaevial continued to look over his charts. “Excellent. When we arrive, park next to the local inn. I shall rest there for the ni

Meddled Minds

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