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Author's Note: This is not related to the prompt, but I really wanted to post it, so enjoy! I wake up at dawn, the sky shade of crimson. I stretch and grab an apple from my bag. As I open the flap of the tent, I see that Zayn and Andre are still asleep. I want to wake them up, but I decide against it. As much as I want to get going, I donβt want two cranky idiots to deal with. Itβs cold, so I go...
Somewhere behind a screen, someone is deciding what choices I make every day. Simple things, like what type of bread Iβll buy from the market, or what clothes I wear. Itβs supposed to keep us in line, my mother tells me. I guess it does.Β But there will always be rebels. There will always be crime. The government canβt do anything to stop that. Iβve heard stories about a...
βWell if you would stop snatching the map, maybe weβd get somewhere!βΒ βYou donβt even know how to read a map, you bonehead!β βRight, as if you can!β βIβm the one who got us to the town square! You canβt find your way around your own city, what are you going to do when we travel to other districts?β I listen to Zayn and Andreβs childish bickering. It amuses me, but itβs also ann...
βDo you understand your task?β the king asked. I bottled up my fear and bowed my head solemnly. The king nodded, his features relaxing. Even though I had worked closely with him for almost two years, he was still intimidating. Perhaps it had something to do with his cold, blue-gray eyes or his demeaning gaze. Maybe it was how he spoke slowly and softly, making one feel like a child who had broken his motherβs f...
Note: This is kind of like a prequel to my story, "A Risk Worth Taking" except you're supposed to read it after. Sooooooo it's a sequel but a prequel...that's confusing. Anyway, the point is you should read "A Risk Worth Taking" before this.βMummy! The TV turned off!β Lilianne yelled.βI know darling. Come here.β Elena spoke softly. Lilly bounded down the stairs, eager to know the reason for the power outage.βI want to show you something.β Elena Blackwell said, leading her daughter outside. Mrs. B...
The black limousine pulled out of the spacious driveway, turning on to Sunstone Avenue. Inside were four people: The driver, Mr. Blackwell, and his wife and daughter. From the outside, they were a rich and happy family. But in truth, there was no love between them. Mr. Blackwell might have been incredibly rich, but as the saying goes, βMoney canβt buy happiness.β The family was currently...
Authors note: This is a story I wrote about a month ago and I thought it kind of went with the theme. It's not finished but I might do a part 2.The ProphecyOne before the centuryΒ Two will unite the worldΒ Three months he will lay imprisonedΒ Four dimensions unfurledΒ Five more join the questΒ S...
βOkay, just count back down from 20.β the doctors told me. My vision had started to blur. I started counting back, and before I even reached 13, I was out like a light. This was a life or death situation. One wrong move and Iβd be dead. My family waited outside anxiously, trying to see through the tiny glass panel on the door. Youβre probably wondering what happened to me. Well, ...
βItβs three in the morning. Why are you up?β my mother said in a tired voice.βIβve got homework! If youβd helped me when I asked you to, maybe Iβd be sleeping right now!β I shot back. I know, itβs wrong to speak to my mother like that. But sheβs been so distant lately. I guess I canβt blame her.Β A few months ago, my parents got a divorce, and my mom hasnβt been the same since then. My dad hasnβt even called to see how Iβm doing. Heβs probably living in some fancy apartment somewhere in New York, partying ever...
βIβm so sorry, your father passed away a few minutes ago,β I say. Immediately, the woman breaks down in sobs. I sigh, my face devoid of any emotion. Iβve done this way too many times. Enough that my own motherβs passing did not stir me at all. Itβs unfortunate. Just imagine going to your motherβs funeral and not feeling anything. Staring with a blank face into the coffin of the person wh...
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