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Rhyvahr wandered through the Hestina Los night market, picking through the rings and accessories at several stalls. However, there was nothing that struck his fancy.He missed his jewellery and clothing back at the palace.He had been travelling around for weeks and never stayed at one place for too long. So, as much as he disliked wearing the same outfit more than once, lugging around all that clothing would be inconvenient.Rhyvahr shivered when a breeze ran past him – bone-chilling.He dropped the emerald ring h...
"Hey, bug.I don't look up. I'm not dealing with this today."Hey, ladybug."Ok, let me get something straight.I'm a boy. Eighth graders just have small imaginations. Also, just because my dad got into the newspaper for finding a huge fly, doesn't mean I care about bugs. Newspapers are seriously slacking on reporting interesting news."CJ, take your head of your desk." Mr. Dellow commands.I roll my eyes, and sit up.Class is almost over. Just five more minutes, and I can go see Will.Who i...
Rhyvahr was not going to show up to a ball without looking fabulous.Right now, the only clothing that hung from his body was a thin, silky nightgown. It was long, the end dragged along the floor when he paced around his room.Through his window, he could see the hustle and bustle of the Jaharan night market. It was lit up by fluorescent lights, filled with people in fancy, over-the-top attire.At least that was what all the Laslans would say. Them with their plain, tasteless clothes and their value for modesty. At least...
My name is March Spring.
My father is a part of a spy organization. I've been apart of it since I turned thirteen. Three years ago. He said his son should "learn the ropes."
I hate it.
I didn't get a say in if I wanted to be apart of it or not. My dad just assumed I did.
The only good thing is my best friend, Ryker, is there too.
I'm not supposed to know him. He's actually a prisoner, b...
The night had been foggy with shadows lurking in the corners; spirits among the mist. The streets lamps had all dimmed, extinguishing the only comfort for the night walkers who now had to place their trust in the moon to light the way home.
It was like the poster of those vintage horror movies. A cliché ghost town.
It was deep in the night when the police found the body of a young boy, sprawled along th...
Once upon a time, in a forest by a river that always shone with the most promising of sparkles, there dwelled the faeries. Now, you cannot see them during the day, for they are secretive creatures; they hide amongst the leaves, disguising themselves as flowers.
They are a quiet and graceful people who like to speak in riddles. The next time you are walking through a forest, close your eyes and listen carefully, ...
Cigarettes had always made me choke and splutter.Mum had been adamant about keeping me away from smokers. When we walked through the dust-filled streets of the city, where people left their office buildings during their lunch break to smoke in alleyways.She would always throw a dirty look at them, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, telling them with her eyes, “I have a child”, as if their eyes were on her too. As though they cared as much as she did. She had never quite succeeded in passing on her hatred of smokers to me.
Trigger warning: depictions of suicide
“...Care to fucking explain?”
It’s a quiet, foggy afternoon. Most of the neighbors had already gone off to work or school or whatever other obligations they had. Henry had been sitting on his porch, sipping his third cup of coffee and arguing with his editor over email. It had been a perfectly normal day, which was to say, a tedious and miserable day. That was until some bastard Henry thought he’d never see again showed up...
"Gray! Over here!"I whipped around to find Rose calling out to me. I smiled. She was the best sister I could have ever asked for."You have been a completely different person ever since you started college. You know that, don't you?" I laughed. She skipped towards me by the lockers."I only know that I am the sole genius existing in this world," she said childishly, turning up her nose. I shook my head. "Yeah, milady. Now, if Her Highness is done with her self-praise speech, may she please notice that this servant of he...
An unassuming car is parked beneath a street light on an empty street. Two men sit inside, their fedoras pulled down low, the collars of their trench coats popped up high. Their faces are almost entirely obscure, but one can vaguely tell that the man behind the wheel is wearing a mustache. A neat mustache, trimmed short with just a hint of a waxed uptick on either side of his lips. The other man is presumably clean shav...
“I knew you will forget about the markers and colour pencils”“I’m so so sorry” your awkward face projected into my eyes.I turned away from you and looked out the star-carved window. “I should get it” the wood creaked rapidly and the grass rustled. You left me, forever.--------------------------------------“Turn right and your destination would be on your left”I make the turn and see...
The good thing about buying a ring for a man is the price. For a few hundred dollars you can get a nice band while a woman’s ring will soak you for a few thousands.
“I’ll take that one,” I pointed to a silver band with an intricate design twisting around it.
The saleswoman smiled as she retrieved the ring from the display case. “Nice choice. Would you like to see the matching woman’s ban...
Nishan sighed, massaging his temples with his thumbs. He wondered why it took so long for some people to get ready on important days. Especially his boyfriend, Zion, who took at least three hours to get ready. Nishan didn't really mind that Zion took years to get ready, but his family did. They were enthusiastic about meeting Zion since Nishan had been talking about him for weeks. Nishan took his phone from the...
Loud screaming cuts through my dream and I’m plunged into a pitch black room. No sound. No audible one anyway.
I turn my head sideways and there is Alex, not so soundly asleep. His head goes left and right and left and right. Fists clenched, sweat dripping down his temple.
Scream splits my head in two. A familiar one, sadly. Alex whimpers in his sleep. An...
The house has an articulated skeleton; shifting forward one story at a time, the attic forever interrogating the front steps. It leers with its cyclops eye, a round window reflecting the rippling grass, the cottonwoods, and a woman in a battered raincoat book ended by two stolen duffel bags.
Purple? Probably the reflected character in the window is a little too close to looking in a mirror, front and center ...
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