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I found the act of healing and caring someone as a sign of love and kindness.But it seemed strange that in a world full of lust and envy there was still a bit of love and kindness left.I find it kind of strange but then that’s the reason I’m here.As a kid everyone had a dream to be Barbie or Batman, but I, well me I was the girl with pigtails and glasses.I would sit at the back of the classroom cramped in the corner near the window.I loved daydreaming it the only...
Chapter One: 2025I don't want to sit here and listen to Male go on about her recent test scores. I want to go somewhere else, and I know that I can. To Male, I'll still be sitting at the kitchen table as she rambles on about her day. But for me, I'll be back in 2012 when my sister was born. "It was just so hard," Male said. I continued nodding my head, pretending to listen. And then, it was like someone pulled me by my arm. I floated into the air up into the night sky. And suddenly, I was in the hospital, holding Male. Back when ...
She was a pretty thing, you thought, but sometimes you thought it hard to know what pretty was. You only had a small range of knowledge and descriptive words. You only had the words she gave you. You had intoxicating blue eyes; which didn’t make sense because your friend was often getting intoxicated with alcohol. Eyes don’t drink alcohol, so how could they be intoxicating.Her eyes were brown, and you’re not sure what that meant. Brown wasn't a common colour, blue and green turned up a lot though. Maybe they were stimulating brown ...
I felt the key pressing into the palm of my hand and I smiled. The house before me was a two-storey terraced house across from an oval in Clifton Hill. It looked small but inviting. Part of that might have been the key in my hand.“I want you to feel at home here,” Ted had told me as he handed it to me over breakfast. “And if you want to move in, well, that would be fine too.” He’d blushed through his beard and I’d held his hand and grinned like a kid.It wasn’t a new relationship, but it felt like it was going somewhere. We’d...
“Katelyn, I know you’re there. Grandma doesn’t live here anymore so you don’t haveto worry.” I spoke into the sweet smelling air of my home. It was perfectly clear out but the pale pink curtains shuddered with fear as something zoomed by them. I smiled and casually poured out the green tea into a porcelain tea c...
Jilly had been dead for decades. Everyone knew that. Everyone also knew that Karianne was a witch. Those were just the well-known facts of the neighborhood.Karianne wasn’t even her real name. She had forgotten a long time ago. It wasn’t memory loss, just the fact that no one had ever asked her. Except for one person, Jilly.They had met when Karianne was going to a museum.
The phone rang, screen flashing while upbeat electronic music played. Kai opened his eyes, head leaning back against the worn office chair. Yawning, he scooped up the phone and held it to his ear. “Tom Orrow’s Private Detective Agency, we strive to find, solve, and resolve your issues. How can I help you?” he said, legs propped up on the desktop. The fractured colors of sunlight danced with the motes as it threw different colors into the air. A woman hovered in the doorway, watching with round brown ey...
Before today, there was not a person I’d ever known who was immune to my superpowers. Every day, hundreds of people walk into my cottage-style shop to order their elixirs from me and, no matter what they order, I give them what they need. They don’t seem able to function without my potions and are often rude before they get them, but I like the hiss of the steam seeping out of metal and the rich scent in the air, so I deal with their early-morning crankiness. After they get...
I'm so nervous... When should I do it? I've practiced this a thousand times. Just do it!'Brett had been spiraling for days. Every date we went on he had been nervous. I felt so uncomfortable reading his thoughts. Not that I could help it, but I always felt it was invading other's privacy. I also felt bad that I knew he was planning to propose.Since before I could remember, I could read people's minds, but only when I was looking into their eyes. Some people might like this 'power,' but I did not. I despised it. It m...
“Okay, THAT was brutal.” Arianna flopped onto the sofa, fanning herself animatedly with her hands. “I thought she was going to kill me off for sure that time, she leaves me in way too many cliff hangers!” She whined and curled her legs up to her chest so that she could rest her pouty face on her kneecaps. Life as a protagonist was no joke, she had survived three novels so far and was barely scraping through the fourth. M...
Every Saturday, from 10:00 am to 11:00 am, Fred Flannigan sat on the third bench to the right at entrance of Oscar Park. Sometimes, his best friend, Manny Mandinkos, joined him for the hour. When Manny actually showed up—you never could tell with Manny Mandinkos—Manny brought a thermos of camomile tea. Manny was unpredictable like that. Manny was also dead. A year ago, Manny decided, on a whim, to climb Mt. Everest. He did none of the rigorous training one normally does before ...
He wasn’t much of anything, this Manuel Garcia. As a fourteen-year-old teenager, he was still quite small but that could change. One never knows for sure with teenagers and their power to transform themselves from one year to the next. Girls, he didn’t care for yet. At least that was what his mother thought. She was mistaken since Manuel liked a girl from his school but found himself too shy to say so and too proud to admit it. The girl lived in their neighborhood. Her name was Irma. Both she and Manuel had played together since the...
I just don't love you anymore, River. I don't feel the spark we had." That was the last thing his ex, Blake, had said to him before she left him for good. River loved this girl. He believed she was the love of his life. He was devastated to lose her, the poor guy stayed indoors for weeks. Not eating much, sleeping a lot, couldn't even bring himself to do what he loved. He grew very depressed. One of his friends called him to check on him, "Hey man, haven't seen you in a while. Are you okay?" came the deep voice on the other line. "Yeah, I...
Hello, my name is Roland. Roland Nomanowski. I am a person who is psychic... I must speak to you, the person reading this document, before continuing. You must know that any further reading will gently lock you into my influence. A psychic bond will form from which I am unable to release you. I advise you to look away for a moment so that you can make an independent decision. If you decide to stop reading, I am not offended, but if you stay, you are welcome to join me. Our...
More He felt the difference as soon as he left the warmth of his car. He stood silently. Unwilling to move on just yet. He stood and stared out over the York River as he had so many times in his life, but this was different. Like a finger running up his spine and gripp...
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