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Hi I am new here and was wondering with the posts being so old if anyone still uses this group??

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i like hiking in hard off the trail places

Comic Group

I noticed that there were no comic book groups so here it is folks. It will mainly be about DC and Marvel and receive update about their newest comics etc.

http://www.bookrix.com/_group-en-dc-comics-and-marvel

Please give my book a try.
http://www.bookrix.com/_title-en-jillian-cline-master-of-keys-mistress-of-time
It may not be finished but I'm still working on it.
All you have to do is look at it. And leave a comment if you think I made a mistake. I'm trying to improve my writing.
Thanks. xD

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Check out my new book a conspiracy thriller.

Master of Keys & Mistress of Time

Darkness engulfs her as she wonders restlessly, fallowing something. Wait no someone. No light showed, only the slight bump of a wall or slide of moss on the ground. Silence. Coldness seeps into her flesh, to the marrow of her bones. Fear consumed her and she was now running. Sounds pierced her ears, screams of the lost souls.

The scene shifts in oblivion; a rush of cold air surrounds her, gravity pulling her down to the depth. She screams, but no sound came out. The feeling of panic enhances her; burning through her. When last of hope streamed through her body a hand came out, catching her, pulling at her for the safety of its arms. But the arms did not come. The scene shifted again and a man was standing now before her. "Come." He said beckoning to her with his hand, the same one that saved her, to fallow him before turning on his heal and walking away.

She tried to fallow, for she trusted this odd man, but soon found she couldn't. A vexing laugh crooned through the mocking silence. Mavon turned and turned, but saw nothing but darkness just like before. "Its round and round we go my little Mistress. Round and round..." Another vexing laugh sliced the drum to the ear in Mavon's hearing was soon replaced by a low hum and jerky chopping movements. The air shimmered like a moving veil then was torn into a clear image of an old fashioned clock that towered over her. Its hands moved slowly to one Roman numeral to the next. It had a polished wooden oak base that held up the face and in the oak base was a key hole...

I don't care if you read it actually just will you look at the description.

give me three things to include in a story!