Fiction by azrider12

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His piercing blue eyes leered over the top of the paper he held in his hands, his gaze steadied on the two american teenage boys standing at the base of the fountain in the middle of the square. He fought against the urge to approach them, just as he had been doing for the past three months. Patience, he told himself, just a little while longer, without it, death was sure to follow them all. by azrider12 | (0) comment
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Azrider12 joined fictionthis on Friday 8th of August 2008. This talented author is an active member of the site, has submitted 1 fiction(s) thus far and voted for 0. Show some love and leave your comments and feedback below their fictions.

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