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    dots Submission Name: The Sinister Urgedots
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    Author: Granger
    ASL Info:    17
    Elite Ratio:    1.82 - 13/29/24
    Words: 326
    Class/Type: Story/Serious
    Total Views: 517
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 2123



    Description:
       The story:

    "When chosen, there's no turning back!"
    That was the word that Daryl, his twin brother, Dwight, and many other students from around the world should have listened, but it was too late...
    After a strange accident, Daryl, Dwight, and many others had become "different". Now, there's more that meets the eye as time runs near, as the son of the devil gathers followers to join an ancient warpath that has happened many years ago...
    Tryin to stop the evil that is bent on destroying the world, two 15-ear-olds, and many others try their best to face maturity, and the rest that waits them in this first ever novel, that links to the battle b/w God and his angel, and Satan and his demons.

    From the creators (authors) that inspired you with great books, like the Harry Potter series, the Fantastic 4 comics, and the X-Men comics.

    CHOOSE A SIDE B/W GOOD AND EVIL!!!

    This book is FICTIONAL...Of, course there is God and Satan, but noone has any powers. There are real people and celebrities, but they haven't met in real life!!! Thanks


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    dotsThe Sinister Urgedots
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    Introduction:

    The clear yellow-pinkish sky appears as the sun slowly does between the mountains of Huntsville, AL. A woman in her 30's, walked diwn the streets; towards a building that was being constructed. There, her worried face fell to a man. His figure looked as if he was in his late 30's, his face was as pale as the snow, and his hair was black as night. The woman's eyes shaked as he came closer, and sweat was pouring down her rosy cheeks.
    "Whata re you doing here, Blackheart?" the woman asked.
    "Why, I'm looking for followers for my father's army, of course!" The man replied with a snickered smile.
    The woman was stunned.
    "We'll see, when God finishes the army of darkness and you'll be back, where you belong!"
    "Now, is that a threat, Robyn?"
    "Maybe, because evil never wins!"
    Blackheart's eyes went black, as his sunken face through the shadows.
    "We'll see who beats who!"
    As soon as he said that, he vanished in the shawdows of the lampost. Robyn looked back and walked towards her car.
    "We'll be ready. I have some people, I am sure, that would live to defeat you!"
    She looked at a annual, then closed the door on her car. The wind slowly pushes the pages to the *ther graders of Paint Rock Valley.


    Chapter One:
    "Field Trip"


    The ice bladed wind blew into a warm blooded flesh, that was 5,6" tall, and had brown hair. His face looked tanned from the sunlit view over the mountains. His twin brother yelled from the distance awa from him.
    "Dwight, get inside!"
    "Okay."
    Dwight, who was 15 years old, walked across the road. His eyes watered, from the icy wind piercing into his body. He got into the house.
    "What is it?"
    "We're getting ready for school, and I am sure that mom don't want you to get dirty."
    Sure, Daryl!"




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