Secretly Hero_Children of the Dogwood_The Fairy Cafe_The House's Pick
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Secretly Hero
Nothing exciting ever happens to me. It is always the same mundane day every single day. I wake up, take a shower, get dressed, go to work, come home, eat a microwawww.onedoor.ccvable meal that's depressing but the packaging likes to say it's not, brush my teeth, then go to bed. That's it. That is my day-to-day activities during the week when I go to my nine to five jobs. Now, I know what you're thinking. My weekend is the time where I get all the 'exciting' stuff done. I go to the grocery store on Saturday morning to buy the same old groceries I have been to make sure I don't die this upcoming week. After ...
Children of the Dogwood
Around her, arrows flew, long black hair waved behind the men, war cries whooped, and redmen fell. The girl's last words were silenced by the yell of her fellow tribesmen at war. "Daddy..." His kind smile, dark brown eyes, coal-black hair, and tan buckskins floated before her caramel eyes. "Daddy." She sighed, breathing his last, cradled by the soft grass under the bows of the pink dogwood tree. She could see him in the distance. She ran to him, her chest no longer hurting or covered in blood. She could see clear rivers with no end, fish of many colors swimming in the streams, mounta...
The Fairy Cafe
It was a typical four o' clock in the afternoon for Fay the Fairy. Slow and relaxed. The Fairy family ran their Cafe from the Fairies' home: The Glen."I'll have a cup of Rose Raspberry Tea!" said a Customer. "And I'll have Chamomile with Honey!" said another. "Coming right up! That'll be 3 Glyphs for each of you." the mother Olivia answered."Fay, Catrina, you two are old enough that either of you will be able to run this Cafe someday. That's why I will be testing you from this point to determine who I should pass this Cafe down to. After I have chosen who the new owner will be, I will retire."...
The House's Pick
My grandma would always tell me that the house is the one who chooses their owners. We as humans might think we’re the ones looking at pricing, and location, but in reality, houses are far wiser, and in their magical way, they choose us. My family moved around a lot as a kid, and that can be scary, but because of grandma, I was never worried or sad. The house chose us, so clearly, we needed to be there. I was always excited when we moved and before the rooms were filled with our belongings, I would run from room to room introducing myself, ready for whatever the house had in store for me.But t...