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She walked down the street, unseen, untouched, unheard. But she saw everything, heard everything. And that was how it had been for as long as she remembered. It was a brilliant day outside, sunny, with little white wisps of clouds dotting the sky. She could see families heading down the street on the way to the nearby park. Sliding up behind a group of five, she watched the three kids run around their pa...
Terror.Terror.Abject terror. She woke up. She couldn’t remember her dream. She only knew that whatever it was, it woke her up gasping and shaking, and with overwhelming feelings of…..guilt? Where did the guilt come from? She didn’t know. Why did her head hurt? And why did her hand ache so much?Shaking away the lingering echoes of feelings she’d rather not think about in the early hours of the morning, she got up, remembering that- oh no. She groaned. It was the senior dance toda...
Rage. That was all he felt. Pure, unadulterated rage of a kind he never felt before. Briefly, some corner of his mind noted that the others were looking at him with fear, that his skin had started to heat up, smoke curling up from his body as his temper mounted. Some disinterested part at the back of his brain heard the panicked whispers around him. Of course, if he was to shift to dragon form right now and torch this place, they would all die. He didn't even care. He looked around at the devastated, bu...
Journalist by day, fiction writer by night. Loves nothing more than a good story, but is frequently distracted by her dog.
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