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Of course this would happen to her. Only Luca could manage to be in the wrong place and wrong time every single time. The first time had been when Luca had managed to get turned into a vampire after being a hunter her entire life. As soon as her family had heard, they did the most logical thing which was to disown her. But the problem was, she was supposed to be a hunter and knew every little thing about how to stay alive and how to avoid their own methods. It coul...
The sickly sweet smell of decay emanates from the box at my doorstep. I debate whether or not I should open it; images of dead cats carefully placed there by disturbed teenage neighbors flashing through my mind. Or a pristine glass case capturing innocent bugs and beautiful butterflies in their final moments. As I bend down to pick it up, making sure to lift with my legs like my mom always tells me, my attention is drawn toward the edge of my perfectly manicured, trimmed-twice-a-week lawn; wher...
*author note: yes this does look like my other story they are linked series wise. this series i am doing just for fun and i print them for my friend to read-thanks*Luna:“Princess princess get up it's time to get up you have work to do”“Go away”
part i: the dust She stood in front of a gas station in the middle of nowhere, the sun beating down on her neck. It seemed an awfully strange place to begin hunting a god but every witch and worshipper alike had pointed her to this spot. Peeling red letters formed the words
It was Tuesday. He was running errands: getting milk, bread, and eggs. He always got groceries on Tuesday at 9 a.m. Trevor liked to stick to his routine. He didn’t have to do his counseling until 3 p.m. He always had breakfast at eight. He was a man who enjoyed predictability. He always had the same meal for breakfast: two over-easy eggs and a slightly toasted piece of whole-grain bread. He never changed his breakfast habits. He never would. On this particular Tuesday, there had been a storm warn...
My grandmother, the mother of my father, used to be the most beautiful girl in the village. Every boy was jealous when she chose my grandfather as her boyfriend. He was an outsider to them because he had gone to college in the city.There was even more envy when the young couple married. They bought themselves a Ford Mustang for the occasion —an American car that clashed with everything the British countryside stood for. The villagers frowned upon the newlyweds, but the couple didn’t care about what other people thought of them. The...
Eileen Dickinson Paperback Writer Simon had never really been interested in what Jackie wrote in her Friday writing group. It was just a bunch of silly old women writing stories that no-one would read, let alone publish. She’d been going for five years now and he didn’t even know the names of the group members. Weren’t there a couple of Sue’s, maybe a pair of Irishwomen called Eileen?He’d no time for any of them whoever they ...
It wasn’t just fear that clouded the face of Karl Mikkelsson beneath his silver-rimmed glasses. It was regret. And now that tortured face popped back into Hannah’s head – prompted by the annual reminder email from HR: Remember to cast your Spring Cleaning vote by 5 PM on Wednesday. After all, Karl had been her choice. Her vote had played a part in condemning him. She didn’t even dislike him that much, but she knew that some people found him a bit aloof and un...
There was once a couple, two males, named Tim, and John, who had been married for over ten years. Tims parents didn’t accept what he was, a gay man, as his parents were very Christian, and believed in straight marriage, they thought it was wrong, they didn’t accept him, so Tim left home when he was nineteen, and never looked back, and six years later, he met John, four years after that, they were married.Every year they took a trip somewhere, from their home in the United States, in Tennessee, for vacation, it became a ...
"I just can't stand nosey people, can you?" "Muriel dear, you seem to be all worked up over nothing! And in any sense, you are a bit of a nosey parker yourself!"How infuriating, Sam could be! He was supposed to be on my side! After all, we had been married for over twenty years. That had to count for something.Muriel just couldn't handle being told the truth. And she definitely couldn't stand not being in control of everything and everyone around her. Sam seemed to be the only one who "tolerated" Muriel and her idiosy...
"Mommy!" The little girl runs up to a young woman, jumping into her arms as the woman spins her around. "What is it, my princess?" The little girl giggles and hugs the woman around the neck. "Can you tell me a story?" The woman gives a light laugh, "Of course." The woman sits down in a nearby rocking chair and places the child on her lap. "Once upon a time there lived a grand king. Who had a beautiful daughter just like you. He loved her so much that he gave her anything her heart desired. One day she found a beautiful tower and aske...
I've been stuck looking at the same four walls for two hundred and twelve days. I'm not going to simplify that and say it’s been less than a year because I don't feel like it has. I know that there are one hundred tiles on the kitchen floor and there's a stain underneath the coffee table that looks like a shadow. I can walk through this one bedroom apartment with my eyes closed and not bump into a thing. And if an object were to block my path, I’d walk through. Because I'm...
“Despite my Ghoulish Reputation, I Really Have The heart of A small Boy. I Keep it in a jar on my Desk” -Robert BlochWould you steal a human heart if you had no heart yourself? There were those days that the Hulgri attempted to steal little children’s hearts. These vicious creatures-often charged for smuggling the precious silver coins from Prince Axel’s towers in exchange for a heart or two down the Greinfait River
Zauberman For The Love Of Money ClickBefore I can even blink, the weird man with the ski mask has the business end of a sh...
It was the same each year. First came the feeling, then the need, and then, finally, the blood. He didn’t let himself wonder often. Wondering inevitably lead to longing. Longing required not just acknowledging desire, but embracing it with all the fierceness of a lovers hold. And desire was so very dangerous. But there were evenings, when the time between midnight and twilight seamed never-ending, that he couldn’t stop himself from asking. Would it be any different if he allowed the indulgence more than once every ...
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