Author: Broken Hallelujah

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My Stories 7

5 Project Dream » From the moment we are born, we are dying, a lesson all Kusanagi children learn from an early age, and I was no different. My family bore a disease, a curse, that slowly ate us from the inside. Now I've been revived, and somebody's not happy.

Fiction: Sci-Fi, T, English, Adventure & Supernatural, chapters: 7, words: 21k+, favs: 2, updated: 3/19/2006 published: 8/5/2005

1 Chaser Just a simple drabble written for an evil Lit teacher. While the world passes around it, a Chaser follows a trail only it can find, searching for its master's target. More a description than an actual story.

Fiction: Sci-Fi, K, English, words: 656, 1/18/2006

For Them Warped-intropsect that can or cannot be connected to Project Dream, depending on how you look at it. As she walks to her death, looking back on her life and her reasons, she comes to a conclusion she knew all along: Everything was for them.

Fiction: General, K+, English, Angst & Tragedy, words: 148, 1/14/2006

Threes Couldn't figure out if this was poetry or not. Side-introspect from Project Dream, not neccesary to read, but will help. Hours after waking up, Destiny thinks back on a pattern that keeps appearing in her life, always coming back to those three.

Fiction: General, K+, English, Poetry, words: 320, 1/11/2006

1 Learning To Be Human Again Side-drabble to my Project Dream story, not really neccesary to read. The perfect soldier reflects on his partner as he realizes that she may no longer be human and finds himself wondering exactly which of them it was that has to learn to be human again.

Fiction: Sci-Fi, K, English, Drama, words: 434, 1/9/2006

5 Where You Are VERY late Sept. 11th tribute Years after Sept.11, a girl is growing up without her father, watching her mother drift away, and learning life's lessons with the guidance of her father's best friend, but her father is never far from her mind.

Poetry: Family, K, English, Angst, words: 564, favs: 1, 1/3/2006

6 Broken Hallelujah At the end of war, what do we have left when everything we love is gone?

Poetry: War, T, English, Angst & Supernatural, words: 215, favs: 2, 10/28/2005