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Alaric swore that one day, he’d burn the Court of Revels down. He’s set fire to their pretty gilded moonstone palace. He’d take every small bit of precious hope from them, just as they had done with him. Breathing deeply, he silenced that small part of his heart that longed for Zia’s warmth and touch and laughter. She was gone. And the only thing he could do now was avenge her. His quest for revenge hadn’t been an easy one. Entry to a party at the Court of Revels was reserved for members of the royal families a...
Every single Saturday since 1808, the Lady Slipper Ladies have met to drink tea and spill some too. Of course, the group wasn’t the same members since they’d be well over two hundred years old, but the members were mostly the same last name, different generation. The woman are still the highest class of women in the town. Every Saturday, they went to Clarissa’s. It was one of three restaurants in the small town in the South of Texas. The population of their little town was merely 560 people and counting. With such a small town,...
I walked down the white hallway that smelled of sickness and disinfectant. The only thing I could hear was the click of my heels as I exited the hospital where my father has passed away. It still seemed so unreal. I left Jane in the room to mourn him alone. We had never been close. As her tears fell on his cold body, her grief consumed the atmosphere and pushed me away, signaling she wanted him all to herself. As I stepped outside into the cool October breeze, the parking lot was dotted with beams of white light. I sank slowly into the dr...
I The coffee shop is crowded. Professionals in suits having meetings cause apparently an office isn’t good enough. Young adults gathered around with their friends, gossiping and flirting. The atmosphere is buzzing, per usual. I managed to snag my favorite spot by the window, it’s relaxing to watch the palm trees blowing gently in the breeze. Sometimes I will venture onto the patio to enjoy the Florida weather, but it makes me want to close my eyes and take a nap. But I need to focus, I have work to do. The door chimes over and over...
The day that Vanda left, I noticed some strange patterns that made it seem like an odd sort of departure; a departure from the usual ways of her departing, if you will.On most days, she would finish her food, especially when the meat was cooked to her liking, before she left to survey the neighbourhood. On most days, Vanda’s eyes were big and cute-sy as if widening in preparation for an exciting adventure. That day, her green eyes seemed to narrow as if in cunning; as if she were on the prowl for revenge. That day, in my heart, I f...
-I-It was the night before the Leprechaun's Journey, and our young friend Bounty could not have been more nervous. She had attended all the classes, completed all her homework, and watched attentively as the Elders perform their daily tasks, eagerly awaiting her chance to become a true Elemental. In just a few short hours, it would be time for her to put her knowledge into practice, but suddenly Bounty did not know if she truly had what it took to make the grade. On Journey Day, youngsters throughout ...
"Madame! Madame! Votre boîte est partie! Your box is gone!""What? Are you sure?""Oui, Madame!""That box has all my valuables in it! Find it right now!"Madame Francoise Heatherman of Cherry Lane was very rich. Very rich, indeed. She lived in a mansion that had 5 floors, and her house contained 2 swimming pools, a hot tub, and many bedrooms. She had 50 servants, and she was proud of that. Her husband, Monsieur Gabriel Heatherman, owned a big and famous company that sold tires and brakes for cars. Although Madame ...
There was a glint of gold between the forested green. Quick as a lark, it vanished, leaving behind nothing more than matted shades of green and brown. Melia’s eyes darted back and forth through the open window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the whispered gold wonder. The woods were known for monotonous colours, the browns mixing with the greens mixing with the blacks until the only colour was the earth. And the earth of the forest is so vast that no map nor memory can delineate each corner that twists and turns within. The forest is no pla...
When Tom walked into Aunt Elizabeth's house, he couldn't deny he was glad to see the painting was gone. The aged home was filled with dusty art and ornaments that would generally be regarded as unsettling, but the painting had always been the worst. Aunt Elizabeth was a retired archaeologist. The woman had once travelled the world and lived an explorers dream. Like many adventurers of her time she gathered queer and macabre objects from far away lands and filled every surface in her home with them, giving it the eerie, static ...
“You don’t know everything, you only see half the picture.” “I know enough to understand what you’re doing is wrong.” I stood shivering in the cold, foggy expanse of trees. My wool sweater barely protected me from the numbing cold, but I could care less. “And what is it you believe I’m doing exactly?” “Kidnapping children!” I struggled to make out his figure in the night, barely seeing a shadow behind the light that pierced through the night and illuminated me. I was deep into the forest “So you ...
The Final Endeavor of Felicity FrankI“Did you hear that someone made off with the Kennedy meteorite?” Ophrah Pololanik inquired of his wife, Mary Elizabeth.Ophrah was a sprightly old fellow built like a scarecrow, whose pale, age-spotted hands quivered when he flapped them about, his voice filled with excitement. He looked a bit like a buzzard with his long neck, beaklike nose, and nearly bald head.Mary Elizabeth, a grandmotherly lady with nut-brown eyes, a warm, brown complexion, and perfectly coiffed dark...
I think someone is watching me. I see the same person in many places. She looks familiar, however she is a stranger. She reminds me of myself when I was younger and happy. Though I do not think she is happy, because I think she follows me. I have seen her in so many places that could not warrant this to be a coincidence. She has been in my neighborhood, she was picking flowers that were growing through the sidewalk. I saw her at the mall, where she was ordering food. Then in the craziest places of all, I saw her a...
“I can’t go back. Don’t turn back. There’s no going back.” Melissa kept repeating this to herself as she darted through the woods painted bluish charcoal just like the night sky above. As she sprinted farther into the forest, she forgot what she was running from. She stopped and fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands. “Why did I have to be the one blessed with this curse?” In the distance, she heard rustling in the bushes. Lifting her head up from her hands, she looked around only to see bl...
Katrina paused as she stood on the corner of Tyson and 56th Street. Her eyes caught the figure of someone who was familiar, but she couldn’t figure out why. She thought back to the days before when she was commuting to work. Her usual seat behind the bus driver was always occupied, and by that same guy… Or maybe it was just her paranoia. Or maybe not. Katrina hesitated outside her apartment, watching the figure of the male as he crossed the street. He was taking long strides directly towards ...
It had been so week since Kimberly had been killed and he still hasn't told his Little Elias. He had been gathering gems for his mother for the entirety of the week she had been killed full of joy that one day his mommy would come home and see his gem collection. He had avoided Yeter'el because he was just as hurt over Kimberly's death as he was. If the two of them got together Yeter'el would turn into a wolf and howl bringing Egan to tears. He sat at her vanity staring at her brushes and Combs...
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