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That day had started off with the kind of natural beauty that had always put a smile on her face. The sky had been alight with the kind of colors that fire holds. Flaming shades of red and yellow and pink. It had been so beautiful. The truth was however, it would have been beautiful no matter what. The sky could have been pouring down rain, snow, or hail and it would still have held a special place in her heart. She had ...
Seafoam graced the soft white-sanded shore and two twin doves soared overhead. A light wind carried the calming ocean air and pushed the small sails of children's play ships. Together the children, hand in hand, chased their ships as the ocean carried them away. Their light steps made small indents on the sand and scattered the small shells and fish that lingered near the shore. A gust of wind came and the tiny ships dri...
Going to the roof had become less of a way of coping, and more routine for Tessa. The leaves that had once occupied the rooftop alongside her had been blown halfway across town by the time that she had arrived. Soon enough, the cold night’s air began to snake between brightly-lit buildings and down towards the girl whose legs dangled loosely above ...
Luvenia "Wrathful" Rogue was not a force to be reckoned with if she was anything at all. She would have two loves her entire life: the sea, and her first mate Almira “Devil’s Charm” Hale. Luvenia occupied her ship with sturdy men and women. She expected nothing less than perfection. If one sailor was not found doing work, she knocked them overboard. If a man committed a sexual act against a woman who did not want it, he...
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. ...
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