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Yet to be named (REDONE) by Luke685, literature

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Yet to be named (REDONE)

There are two main types of memory, declarative (recollection of facts and knowledge) and procedural (responsible for the use of acquired skills). According to the healers, he was affected by loss of the former, meaning he remembered nothing of his life before his injury, nor the injury itself; though the general consensus seemed to be that a strong blow to the head had caused sine trauma, which had left him in a coma for about a month, and without memory now. Must've been quite a blow to make him forget his own name… On the up-side, he was told that his memory should return to him, given time. The day he'd been declared healthy enou

Yet to be named - Chapter 2 by Luke685, literature

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2 When he opened his eyes again he could tell it was morning by the light filtering through the window. Wondering how long he'd been asleep, Toran pulled himself up to his feet and took in the room around him again, all seemed normal; nothing missing so far as he could tell, but that… that hadn't been there before. Moving over to the table Toran picked up the unfamiliar satchel, threw back the cover and emptied the contents on to the table. Inside he found a dagger, its handle curved and etched with strange markings, an amulet on the end of a chain and another key; this time with a rolled piece of parchment tied to it, which read "

Yet to be named - Chapter 1 updated by Luke685, literature

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Yet to be named - Chapter 1 updated

1 There are two main types of memory, declarative (responsible for the recollection of facts and knowledge) and procedural (responsible for the use of acquired skills). According to the healers, Toran was affected by loss of the former, meaning he could remember very little at all of his life before his injury, only that he'd taken a strong blow to the head which had left him in a coma for around a month. He remembered even less of the war that was going on in the city of Itia, between its ruler, Lord Davent, and an insurgency who called themselves "Vox" (meaning, the voice) although he had picked up little snippets of information in the

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They continued the rest of their journey in silence, and by the time they reached the town it was near midnight, and it was freezing. When they could they shifted into animal form to keep warmer, but the town was still busy, even that late at night. Adrienne would have preferred to just walk back to Moscow, but this wasn’t Italy, and she was far from used to the cold yet. Even Jase was finding it difficult to keep his teeth from chattering, though he seemed to be a lot warmer than she was. The train station was emptier than the rest of the town, though there were still people waiting on the platform, probably heading to Moscow like they

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Adrienne was unsettled by the strangeness of her night, and she puzzled over it as she hurried back to headquarters; who was her target really? Who was the man who tried to stop her? And why did she feel like something was wrong? She could only try hold back the rhetorical questions for now and get back and try talking to Natasha, whom she didn’t think would necessarily give her the answers she wanted either. She shifted into the fox to get back quicker and to keep herself warm. The shadows grew and towered above her, weighing down on her small black form. They didn’t seem as friendly as they used to. She didn’t feel like sh

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The dining hall was busy and alive with the voices of thick skinned business men and power-hungry politicians who barely earned enough to afford to come to a fancy place like this. The room was heavily decorated; the walls and floor were made of marble and the ceiling had carved images of winged children and a great chandelier hung in the centre of the room. There was a huge table covered in bowls of fruit and delicate porcelain and silver table ware, which oddly suck out in the bold Italian décor of the room. Clearly owner of this home was rich but had no taste to speak of, such a common trait people with money and power have. People

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Nov 30
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Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative, Classical, Jazz
Operating System: Windows 7 - my idea.
MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch
Personal Quote: There's a fine line between not listening and not caring, I like to think I cross that line eve

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Sherlock Holmes, I am Legend, The Dark Knight, The Leauge Of Extraordinary Gentlemen

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Meatloaf, Johnny Cash, Hugh Laurie

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Brent Weeks, Clement Davies

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Tetris, Space Invaders, Pacman

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Luke685

Apr 16, 2012

A tribute

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I probably say this every time i write in this journal; but here it goes again: I know the only time i ever do write an entry is when i have something negative to unload; but i just need to get it all out of my head, writing stuff down makes me think things through; and posting it here simply helps me to feel as though i am actually doing something; plus if for some reason somebody with a little too much time on their hands does decide to read this; a little advice can go a long way. So about a month ago I left school late; and I called for a ride home, to my surprise; it was my dad who answered; he normally doesn't get home for another coup