STOP. DROP. AND GO._The Library_Light is Stronger_I Hate You Too
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STOP. DROP. AND GO.
A crowd began to grow. Angry voices were yelling as they passed by their place heading towards the hub of the fracas. People were now demanding answers, in response to a bullhorn shouting orders to cease and desist. A group of police were attempting to maintain order, as other policemen started to filter through the area and into nearby buildings. Pretty soon they’d be at their door. Dylan started swearing, and told Terf that a television crew, with lights, and cameras were at the bridge.“We gotta go. We gotta go NOW!”He motioned for Terf to follow. In the dressing room a.k.a. bungalow, D...
The Library
Little Macy loved going to the library. Exploring all the shelves of books both fiction and nonfiction could easily occupy an entire afternoon. But today's trip would be different. Today's trip would change her life. Looking back, she should have recognized this trip would be different. Normally, she and her mother would end their Wednesday errands by stopping at the library. Her mother enjoyed coffee and a good book while Macy went from shelf to shelf picking her favorites. "Remember, Macy," her mother would remind her, "only 3 books. We'll be back next week." Asking an inquisitive 12-year-ol...
Light is Stronger
Kartion Trenim- Present It hadn’t always been this way. Dark, I mean. Once, the land of Briennaya had been known as Light of the www.onedoor.ccWorld. But that was before the Unlluminated came. They stormed the Castle of Shining and killed the Glowing Queen and my brother, who was a guard in the Castle of Shining. The Darkest then sat on the throne of Light, corrupting its beauty. That’s when all the Light in Briennaya disappeared. Never to be seen again. Or at least that’s what people think. Hi. I’m Kartion, Wielder of the One Radiance. *** Kartion Trenim- Present The streets of DarkBriennaya (as most ...
I Hate You Too
"We can't waver here," Luna says. She waits for a response, but the silence in the air thickens. Her head drops with a sigh, and she turns to the unconscious body leaning against the tree. It's been two days since the attack on the village. She pulled him out of the wreckage, carried his heavy body across the land. Now she's waiting for reinforcements. She checks his body for more wounds one more time, then pulls his jacket tighter on him, the way she always did for her little cousin when she was cold. It has become a habit now. She places a hand flat on his forehead, he wasn't sick yet, but t...