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The man was like every other man I'd ever seen. He was old, with curly white hair that looked like clouds, and so many wrinkles on his face that made it seem that the wrinkles were wearing him. He had wise blue eyes, and you couldn't say anything else about them; they were just blue and wise. He had a weathered look on him, from his sunburnt skin to his faded smile, as if he'd been traveling for a long, long time....
"BLAZE! BLAZE!" The crowd cheers like maniacs as Blaze steps out onto the platform, her fiery red hair billowing all around. "Citizens of Corlake," she says, and everybody claps. I smile from the shadows, even though I'm pretty sure no one has ever noticed me. How would they, with Blaze around? "I'm so delighted to be your superheroine." Blaze's voice is sharp and strong, like an aromatic spice. "W...
"Are you coming tonight?" Her voice is friendly and cheerful, and her warm brown eyes sparkle with hope. Hope that I might agree with what she has been asking for years. Every Friday evening - she asks the same thing. She pulls on her boots, puts on her raincoat, opens the door, and stops. Then, turning around and bending her head a little to the side, she asks, "Are you coming tonight?" And every ...
He was tall with a strong build. He wore a black hat low on his face so that only his rough lips were seen. He had driven into Sunnyside in a black SUV, dressed in a black suit with a bright red tie. He went by Mr. Black and nobody knew his first name except Mayor Sullivan, and he wasn't telling.Sunnyside was quite in a riff about this mysterious man.Nobody knew he was, nobody knew where he lived, nobody knew what he did, nobody knew why he had come- but everybody wanted to. There's a reason they call me Curious C...
"Jane..." He holds my hand as I turn to go, and that little touch, full of electricity makes me stop in my tracks. Jackson moves closer, his deep blue eyes sparkling in the evening light. It's obvious why he was chosen as Most-Good-Looking Boy of the year, with that floppy blonde hair and smirking smile. Every girl in the middle school has tucked love notes into his locker, hiding their blushing faces in upside-down books. They've worn revealing dresses, short skirts, crop tops that show, all in vain - he's never throw...
“You will be hunted by all, child,” Mama said to me, placing me on the doorstep of a brick building. It gives me the shivers. “Oh, you’re cold.” she throws a velvety green blanket over me. I don’t say anything. My Algae-green cloak is enough to keep me warm, and now I’m nearly suffocating, but I love the smell of Mama; apples and bread, and I’d rather die than be complaint about Mama. “But don’t lose faith. Hope and Trust, and you shall win.” her voice is growing fainter by the second. A cool breeze floats over us, and some of her aub...
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