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My roomate was a prick...and that was that, that's how this story begins. Before I truly start this speech I would just like to apologise to anyone this might offend including my brother and of course Cedric...the said roomate. Dear Cedric, I am sorry that you are such a prick...I am also sorry that you are going to be stuck with me for practically forever thanks to our ridiculous life spans. I'd like to...
Providing the backing accompiament for talented musicians was a decent way to make a living, even if it was depressing at times. It was always the rich kids in the Sydney region that hired me, the wealthy kids whose parents could afford the best quality instruments and the years of lessons. Of course, they were hardworking and often deserved their places in the fancy institutions and universities of the performing arts. ...
Inviting over the family recently moved into the house down the street seemed like a neighbourly, Holiday spirity thing to do. After her normally introverted parents had decided to branch out of their comfort zone and socialise this year, Anika had been meeting a lot more of the neighbourhood...the newest being the Loch's whose Father's shared an intense love of cooking just like her mother. In fact, it was only the othe...
It was official, her Mum or sister were going to ground her for life...depending on who came home first. The normally pristine kitchen, thanks to her Mother's borderline obsessive cleanliness as well as her sister's interior design skills was covered in sporadic splatterings of flour,sugar,nutmeg and half melted choc chips. In the midst of this culinary nightmare, Jessie sat caked in these ingredients in a sobbing mess o...
Moving to the Sydney CBD from the sunny Gold Coast in the middle of Winter definetly hadn't been the smartest move on her behalf. After her parents had retired and her siblings outright refusal to take over the family bakery and cafe, it had been left up to Lucy to return to Sydney thanks to her parents begging and take over the family business. As she stared out at the drizzly, frigid Sydney morning from her fam...
The only difference between Humans and elves were physical...the super senses, pointed ears, practically immortal lifespan and the super speed were obvious differences yet deep down emotionally and mentally they were all the same. Which was why Janie was feeling suspiciously like a small town country girl from one of those cliche human rom coms she had watched on occasion. Everyone in town, all two hundred of us thought ...
My dear Autumn, I am hoping that you are happy as you read this, that you feel like you belong for once in your life. Taylor and I are so sorry for any discomfort or sadness we have caused you in your childhood years, we just didn't want to lose our only daughter...our only child. Looking back on our choices, I can admit that we were wrong to try to keep you hidden from the legacy...from your future. I am also sor...
Bound by blood, bound by soul...a pristine copy of one another...at least physically. I never wanted for this to happen, to seperate on an emotional level from the one person that truly knows me...the real me. I never meant to distance myself from the only person that truly cares about me...about the person and I am and not the title, or the crown. Despite the rarity of our situation, she had never been one to ho...
Growing up amongst the Fae as a changeling had been hard enough being as different as she was, it was especially obvious now as she looked back...her childhood had been crap. Although it had been several years since she had found out the news, it didn't make the concept any easier to grasp...she was adopted and not only was her host family not related to her...they weren't even the same species as her. It should ...
It was embarrasing enough that Eve was one of the very few mer people that could not go onto land. This unfortunate trait of hers meant that while her classmates were off exploring the nations above the ocean she was stuck looking at the same scenery day in and day out. Whilst her siblings came home from these excursions with various human artefacts and stories of up above, all she did all day was embrace the fact that s...
Geniveve Stoter the 6th child of Mary and David Stoter is how she was known as back home. She was the quiet one, the good daughter. Out of a family of 5 older brothers she was the baby of the family and the only one not to have gotten into trouble with the law by the time she was eighteen. It's not that her brothers were bad people...they just got bored. Growing up in a sleepy country town that suffered serious small tow...
The sight of the quaint castle style like home swimming in an ocean of blooming flowers wasn't even the most pecuilar part of her trip to the land of the Fae so far, it was the smell. The air was so sickly sweet that it practically clung to her like a second skin.Back at home, life was neat...elegant. Everything had a purpose and a place in society, here...it was a chaotic mess of sensory overload. The Elvish land...
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same and to be honest she wasn't sure if that was for the better or for the worst. After running away from her homeland nearly a quarter of a century before she had only returned at her father's intense insistence...it was time to face the music she had been fleeing so hard from. Her brother's selfish abdication a mere few months bef...
"Please, your majesty. My family needs me to do this, they need the money or we aren't going to survive this Winter." As much as it pained her to rely on someone so heavily...she didn't have a choice and deep down she knew she was making the right decision, even if it was a trickiest decision she had ever had to make. She was intelligent and tactile enough to make it in the Royal army...and what she lacke...
Neon tendrils in shades of crimsons, tangerine's, salmon's and honey weaved seamlessly together in a flawless tapestry as a new beginning whispered on the distant horizon. Before her, hundreds of cockatoos flocked together like a white sail as they celebrated the dawning of another day. The crisp dewy air of another Spring morning had her inhaling deeply as she looked out across the glass like surface of the lake, it's n...
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