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I’m sitting on the bench in Willow Park when a royal messenger comes my way. He introduces himself as Caleb Hoven. he's wearing the royal colors; ocean blue and crimson red. A bright cap with a little tassel on the side sits on his head. He has curly red hair and dark green eyes, which I know is somewhat rare.
“Miss Marie, you are needed at the King’s Castle in thirty minutes, thank you,” he says softly. I nod...
The map had been torn more than once, and what was even worse was the fact that it had been closely acquainted with salt water and the ink was running wild in multiple directions. Of course it didn't matter if the water had been salty or not. It just seemed more probable as the Captain had salvaged it from a sinking ship in the middle of the open sea. The galleon had most likely had a long voyage behind it, perhaps all the way across the Atlantic Ocean, and now it had to rest in the bottom of it.The directions to the treasure were ...
The crowd cheered when Ari circled above them on her dragon. They seemed small from this height, yet their voices echoed through the stadium. She knew that somewhere in that circle, the Queen and her noble advisors were watching. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she took a deep breath.
This was no time to be nervous—she was so close. Out of the twelve contestants, only three were left. She saw them...
This is the second part of Choices. You don't really need to read it, but yeah, there is another part. Okay, enjoy!
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Damien tells me, probably quoting one of the books he likes.
I groan. “I know! But this is not going to work! She hates me!”
“Then why’d we come here?” He exclaims, throwing up his hands.
I sigh. ...
"I'm gonna do it." May says, shaking out her hands.I smile encouragingly. “You’ve got this.”“And she’s gonna say yes!” I nod. “Yep.”“Wait. What if she doesn’t?” She exclaims, a panicked look on her face.I sigh. This is the third time in the last hour she’s panicked. May is my best friend, and has been since we were children. She has long blonde hair, and tan skin. My name is June, and I have short brown hair and light skin. I don’t really care about looks, but May always assures m...
“Absolutely not! You are not going to war, Ari! I forbid it!” Queen Isodora protested, folding her arms in front of her chest.
“So, you’re just going to discount my years and years of combat training?” I countered, leaning nonchalantly against her desk. “I’ve fought in countless wars before becoming a pillow princess. How is this one any different?”
A crease formed between ...
Winning arguments is my middle name. Since I was little, winning arguments was all I cared about doing. The subject of the debate never mattered to me. All I cared about was beating my opponent. At least, that was until I began my lectures as a law scholar. Now that I've begun the study of modern laws, achieving the successful argument has lessened as the achievement I primarily thought it was.As I emerge from my slumber, my roommate Chasey hops onto my bed. Still shaking off the effects of slumber, I gently blink in acknowledgment...
I’d give it ‘till Halloween.
The stars are alight, its milky light shining down on us, lighting our paths forward.
“Faethylle, pull up! Get out of the trees!”
I ignore her. Exuberance crowds my mind and each tree that I dodge sends a thrill like a thousand tingling spiders through me. I weave effortlessly through the rainbow Eucalyptus trees, a thread through their fabric.
“Do you live there?”
“Live there?” Jane’s brow creased and she twisted her head from facing the ceiling to me. I glanced back, moving too quick, a subconscious expectation that she might take a literal bite out of me. I was relieved to see she looked amused under the disbelief, almost laughing as she faced the ceiling again. “Of course not. I’m not an animal, you know. Or a ghost.”
“Do you know ghosts?” ...
The wind was howling. The hail was screaming. The gloom was mounting.
The darkness of this present world was starting to consume her.
Burying her alive, Killing her inside, Suffocating her from the inside out.
The hope that once resided from within her was slowly over time being destroyed.
Twisting and Turning.
Her insides burning.
Her flesh decaying.
There was ...
I'm having that nightmare again—the one where I'm lost in the woods. Only I'm not on dry land: I'm underwater. The forest grows tentacles. These wooden jellyfish have arms like boughs. They reach for me. Tangle my hair. Pull me down. Drowning, I choke on my love's name.***Phelia's trying on a headpiece for her dungeon mistress Halloween costume. She fiddles with the formidable crown of spikes. I wonder who she wants to repel with this getup. ...
This is my first same-sex romance story. And I have dedicated this story to my friend Yolanda Wu, when I was new in reedsy she used to give me a lot of feedback and encouraged me to write more. And she's the queen of same-sex stories. After reading her stories I got inspired, to write one.And a few days ago, it was her birthday. So it's a tiny gift for her, from my side. Hope you all love it, and please don't forget to give your feedback. And please check Yolanda's stories as well, she's an awesome writer.
She had bright red hair that reminded me of the embers from a flame. I disappeared from her life but she never disappeared from mine. Although my soul floats free from my body I still remain right next to her, watching as she opened her music box that was painted with pink adolescent designs of flowers and fairies and twisted a piece of jewelry gently around her fingers, gazing at the pearls like they were poisonous. Tho...
Trigger warning: abuse
It was a fine Friday afternoon in San Francisco State University and all of us students had our own weekend plans and that included me. After all, I wanted to take my girlfriend named Julia Mõttus to Davis for two days, so all we had to do was to pack our bags; however, we had to pack lightly for the 2-day trip.
Julia and I had been dating for a while since the day we met each other at SF State’s very own GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) Club
Setting the apple pie, I just made on the window seal I breathe in the fresh smell of autumn surrounding me and smile. It is just after six in the morning and I am excited for the day ahead, looking out my window seeing the houses around me, and hearing all the families getting ready for their day makes me happy I moved to this neighborhood. All my friends thought I was crazy telling me vampires don’t live in suburban ne...
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