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Dear, FANDOM People,
Today, I start my journey on FANDOM, where I'll be posting wiki's for my books as well as posting the full copies in multiple of the wikis. I make lots of short stories and demos. Good to talk to you. . . good readings everyone!

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''New-Coming Author, C. A. H. Gemini. Author of various indie books such as: 'Mafia Midnight: Parade Antepasado!', 'Attack of The Arknanians', 'What Is Here?', 'Bethany', 'Astro Mass', 'Lost Idle - In Best Memories of Idolized Mother, Lauren Little', 'Akkned The Knight - The Whistling in the Shadows' and many more upcoming/earlier books.'' =====

Creations:

 * Mafia Midnight: Parade Antepasado!
 * Attack of The Arknanians
 * Astro-Mass
 * Akkned The Knight - The Whistling in the Shadows
 * Bethany
 * Lost Idle - In Best Memories of Idolized Mother, Lauren Little
 * What Is Here?
 * Space Rip Series (Immature writing and overall awful project; therefore no link attached).

--- -Cover of C. A.'s latest work.
"'My atheism conflicts my mind with confusion. My mind shares the looseness, perhaps, with such-so's as the infamous house dog or an adventurous feline. Constantly transforming, and flickering nonsense like a traffic light.' - C. A. H. Gemini."

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''Dominic is packing with his family for his new stay at his granny’s house. Dominic gets his clothes ready and feels a sensation in his hand; a strong connection. He goes downstairs, “Dom, since grandma is taking you, don’t expect to come back any time soon. Without your mom attending I won’t be able to afford any of your shit, let alone deal with you. You hear, boy?” His dad jerks. He goes outside to the driveway because he noticed grandma’s distinct, baige, Jaguar E-Type rolling into the driveway. Grandma steps out and Dominic can smell her strong Chloe women’s perfume—it smells just like his mother’s. He has a quick flashback to his times with his mother and her coming home from jail for the first time. It feels like that moment, but this time she isn’t coming back. He sheds a speedy tear as it brushes across his bottom eye-lashes and siding his mouth, then to his chin, where it was shortly turned into a miniscule puddle on his pant leg. His grandma asks what’s wrong but he simply doesn’t answer. He feels sweaty and disgusting, guilty perhaps. He starts to confuse his guilt with him being hot even though it was cold. For once he denies going into that rabbithole and begins packing his clothing into Gran's car. He goes back into the house and sits on the couch that gran’s and dad were settled directly across from. “Say, does he need those electronics or is it purely a gadget to waste his—time—. . .” Gran’s peckered. “He needs them for school, of course! Unless you are going to home school hi-” Dominic stops his father with a stuttering attention, breaking the silent state he had been in. “That’s just not fair! What about my friends—my friends would be devastated—what about my grades it hasn’t even reached half courter of the semester! I will fail my entire grade!” He screams attentively. “Dominic Charleston Marshall! How dare you raise your voice at me like that; we aren’t getting into that conversation—mister! Why would that even be a thought in your head let alone expergefactor? You’re too empty-headed to have thoughts! Your friends won’t even miss you!” His dad loathed Dominic with intense adroit. Granny chuckled as Dominic ran to his room to cry. He heeded his dad abruptly, being rude and saying “Anyways-” after he ran to his room, up the stairs. He hated them. His mom was his only protector and comforter —once she died Dominic fell victom to his dad’s horrible reality; he was a monster, he had a mask on the whole time. He was the scum of the earth and his mom was the only thing repelling it. '' ======

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''As soon as Dominic slammed the door his grandma screamed his name. Dominic was so lost yet caught up in what was going on that he didn’t even realize his grandma’s dramatic mood switch. She asked him what was wrong but now she’s being horrible. Is she bipolar? Does she have a mask too? He was overwhelmed by what was happening but it registered that he had to go down there, because of his grandma screeching his name. He walked down, sweaty, sad, and confused, siding many other unexplainable emotions at the same time. His gut was wrenching, he felt like he was going to puke. He heard a hush vibrate in his limbs and saw a bluish, ghostly flash peek his torso. He was punched back into reality and realized that he had presently fainted and was laying woozy at the bottom of the staircase. They brushed it off with a slight look of dissaproval while wincing as sharply as they could.'' ======