Enigmas of the Shadow Sea_TIME IN A NUTSHELL_Raven and missing girl_A Dead Giveaway
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Enigmas of the Shadow Sea
The undulating motion in the ceaseless shadows was beginning to take its toll on William. Already on the run, the exiled son of the crown had already been thrown for several loops, but what made it all undoubtedly worse was the fact that he was exhausted. It had been months since he had been stripped of his magic, but the hollow cavity left in its wake was stiwww.onedoor.ccll crippling. No matter how long he slept, it was never enough, and 150,000 leagues under the sea with nothing to do, and nowhere to go, William often found himself staring into the open ocean.Wriggling around in his cot, struggling to fa...
TIME IN A NUTSHELL
I'm here, curled up on my knees, keeping on looking at the two halves of the shell which I'm holding in my hands, turning them under my nose. They are intact. I put the two halves very close, side by side, as if to reattach them. The walnut kernel is gone, but the one in my hands still looks like a walnut, an intact walnut. My kitty comes close me, he stretches his snut over my hands, sniffing the nutshell. " What do you say, darling? Doesn't it seem that this is an intact walnut? And instead it is only a walnut shell. Inside the shell there is no more the walnut. " My cat, while he keeps on s...
Raven and missing girl
Chapter One: The Visitor In The Night Carmen Terry was a young girl of 13、 She had light brown hair that reached to the tips of her elbows. She was fairly tall for her age and had often been teased for it by the other children in the local village. She had fair skin, scattered with freckles which matched her dark brown eyes. The most noticeable thing about her was her wide sweet smile. Carmen was an only child who lived with her single mother. Her father had died when she was very young. Her mother was left to raise Carmen all on her own. Her mother had raised Carmen as any mother would. She d...
A Dead Giveaway
The real trouble started as soon as I opened the front door. There, under my porch, stood the six-six monster who had been stalking my girlfriend for over a year. The inpidual hairs of his buzz cut stood on end while fat droplets of rain oozed along the blade of his nose. His jacket collar was turned up and I knew by the expression on his face that opening the door had been my mistake.I tried to formulate some sort of defence, something I could say to warn him off, but nothing came to mind. He was the first to speak.‘Nice weather this evening, Cormac, hah?’I looked over his shoulder at the hea...