Hazle's Tale_A Victory That is Truly Mine_A Rebirth_The Hollow Party
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Hazle's Tale
The snow falls steadily onto the ground, the white flakes drifting down as if it has forever. With a smokey-grey fog covering the sky and a gentle winter wind whistling through the trees, Hazel sat in her maroon armchair, a soft knitted grey blanket spread across her lap. She looked out at the window, its frames cracked and broken, the paiwww.onedoor.ccnt chipped and old, and sighed in longing for everything that she had lost.She remembered what it was like when she was just a little girl and the world had gifted her with a miraculous winter wonderland, right before her eyes. With school out of the way, her...
A Victory That is Truly Mine
The smell of blood, tears, and sweat flooded the training gym. Every muscle in my body screamed and begged for rest, but I refused to give into their pleas. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my posture and counted down from five. When I hit one, I exploded forward with as much force as possible, and the ground blurred beneath me. My heart exploded against my ribcage, and just before I hit the white line, I loaded my weight onto my legs and pushed off.For a brief moment, the ground disappeared, and the wind whipped at my face. My body felt free of its surroundings, and as I lay suspended in mid...
A Rebirth
I could hear it ringing. Gradually crescendoing, becoming deafening. While I sat solemnly in the attic in a circle with the people who had become my family. It was the alarm. Alex had finished, then. Had begun to lure them out from their sleep. The owners woke and we could hear them running around downstairs. Like mice.It helped to dehumanize them.I could see the excitement building in my comrades’ eyes. They’d done this before—not this exactly, they liked to keep their ideas fresh. But this—the whole crime thing. It was my first time. I tried to follow suit, to be excited for what was to com...
The Hollow Party
“How perfect, Krystal darling!” chirped Mrs. Marsh, as she opened the fiberglass door to a young boy on the doorstep. “You’ve invited over a Magic Mirror! The very thing we needed.”“Mother, this is Jack,” said a girl of about eight, coming up beside her mom to greet her guest. Her dark hair had been curled into charming ringlets secured with a red ribbon, and she was dressed in an expensive Snow White costume that had been gifted to her mother. “He’s not the Magic Mirror! He said he didn’t wanna be a character.” Then she hastened to give a little curtsy and add, “I did not mean that rudely, ...