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I knew if I paced much more, I was liable to wear a groove in the stone floor of my cell. Unfortunately, I was too anxious to sit down. I could only see the prisoner across from me, as the other walls of my cell were simple stone. These cells had been carved out of the earth, not constructed by human hands. The prisoner across from me had his head in his hands and seemed ready to yell at me. I knew I was likely infuria...
“What did you say we were looking for?” I grumbled.            Thorin and I were in the oldest, most worn down looking bookshop I had ever seen. Dust covered just about every square inch, and books were packed in and piled precariously everywhere. I could barely walk through the aisles without knocking a stack over.            “Well, that’s the thing,” Thorin said, catching a small pile of book...
“Alright guys, are you all ready for winter break?” I asked the kids, smiling at them. We had just finished reading a story in the library, and I wouldn’t be seeing the kids until school started back up again in January. Which was truly a shame, because I adored reading with these kids, they were all so sweet, from loud, brash Simon, who was here because his mom thought it would help him mellow out (it wasn’t working), ...
        “Father, you don’t understand!”                I felt the sting of a hand across my face, and forced myself back into the kneel I had risen from to protest against my father.                “You do not get to call me Father, you know what my title is,” he growled down at me.                “Yes, I’m sorry, His Royal Highness, Your Majesty,” I murmured, trying to keep my rage in check. I knew...
I couldn’t stop pacing in the stables. Bastian was grooming Balder and shooting me nervous looks, but I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge him, as I was still fuming over my brother putting my invitation to his wedding in with the traitors. I thought, not for the first time that morning, about how different things would be if Priamos hadn’t been killed.            My oldest brother had never understood me, much...
A flash of lightning awoke me from my slumber, so bright that my eyes felt seared even behind my eyelids. A crack of thunder immediately followed it, so loud it hurt my eardrums. I jolted upwards, my neck aching terribly. How I had managed to fall asleep against a gravestone was beyond me, but I did. Rubbing my neck, I turned to the gravestone I had fallen asleep against. “Sorry, grandma, I didn’t mean to fall a...
Maddie sprinted down the street, her cardigan flying in the breeze. She was pissed. When she found out who had led the cops to the place, she was gonna kill them. They set me up! I bet it was one of those junkies, they never know when to keep their mouths shut. Still sprinting, she darted around a corner into an alley and ran down the length of it, shooting out the other end and continuing her sprint d...
“Do you mind?” Julia snapped at her ceiling. God, this is terrible, she grumbled silently. Her upstairs neighbors were having another party. It was the third one this week. It was only Tuesday. “Who has a party at 4:00 in the afternoon anyhow?” she asked herself. Furthermore, if she stood in the right room of her own apartment, she could hear a baby crying right above her, where the loud noise had woke...
“Lucas.” “Steven.” The two men briefly acknowledged each other before going into their respective apartments, across the hall from each other. As soon as they were each behind the cover of their own doors, they rolled their eyes skyward. “I’ve never met such a ridiculous man,” muttered Steven. “Always walking around like he owns the place. He thinks he’s such a gift to humanity, but I’ll...
         I stared at Thorin. “Wait, so if Morghan’s mom wasn’t the mysterious healer of Bastian, then who was?”            I saw Morghan edging back out of the corner of my eye; a quick glance at Thorin told me he noticed it too. I wondered briefly if she was going to help her mother, but it didn’t matter much now, her mother didn’t have the answers we were looking for anyway. I don’t know how she expected to heal...
I met Jensen at The Glass Palace, the worst rated restaurant in town, I had thought it would be funny to go to what had been unaffectionately nicknamed The Ass Palace by my classmates. I was a senior in high school at the time, and as soon as I walked in, I was hit by an overwhelming stench. It smelled far too similar to rotten meat for my liking, which did nothing to increase my want to stay and eat t...
God, this is the singularly most annoying, self-absorbed girl I’ve ever met, thought Brielle to herself as she smiled through gritted teeth at Olive, despite the fact that she kind of wanted to push her into the fountain if she said the phrase “laugh out loud” one more time. She didn’t say “L.O.L.”. She didn’t say “lol”. She said the full phrase “laugh out loud” … out loud. “And then she said that my p...
         She watched, awaiting the fox’s return. A cardinal flitted to land on a branch near her, chirping. To anyone else, the girl tilting her head would have been musing upon the birdsong drifting through the air, but birdsong was the last thing on the girl’s mind.            “Drisk is returning now, just a few more moments,” the bird was saying.            “He better have a good reason for being late. H...
If anyone here ever has any feedback on any of my stories that they would be willing to share, feel free to email me at bella.fox.1921@gmail.com
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