Just Me_THE GUARDIANS GROW TOO_God really doesn't want me to write._Zemblanity
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Just Me
Sitting by the ever-changing water, I let my feet slip in. The cool pull of the river tugs on the fine fur that enveloped my three feet. My glowing eyes tinted in purple find their matching pair in the water as I glared at my reflection. Long pointed ears that stick up beyond the fur on my head. The strangely splotched patterns that covered my skin. The three antler-like horns that grew from within. The baby pink nose that is hugged by the many strands of navy and violet whiskers. My eyes trail lower in the reflection until it falls on my tail; correction- my three tails. Each one covered in ...
THE GUARDIANS GROW TOO
“Good Afternoon, Ana, it is afternoon over there, I hope.”“Good Afternoon, Tony, and yes, it’s afternoon.”“Good, then.” “Yep. Our countries are only one hour apart, actually.”“Quite frankly, I did not know that.”“Oh that’s Okay”“So how is your day going?”“It’s going... fine...ish”“Ha ha fine-ish, why the ‘ish’?”“I dunno like the day’s kinda good but it’s been really boring till now, but it’s still good, so... fine-ish”“That makes sense. By the way, why’s there a countdown on the screen?”“Oh yeah, the app only gives like thirty minutes at a time for video calls now.”“I’ve actually used this a...
God really doesn't want me to write.
There, I just finished writing my novel. Finally. Took a few months but I got it done. Time for a snack. I got up from my desk, took a little stretch then padded off to the kitchen grabbing a bunch of Oreos. Heading back to submit my work, the sound of breaking glass penetrated the silent air. Following it, was a series of grunts. Someone had broken into my house. Luckily to my side, my dad's steel putter lay in the hallway. I stuffed my double stuffed into my sweater pocket and armed myself. What? You thought I was gonna walk inside there unarmed? Hell no. I'm an 18 year old girl who looks ...
Zemblanity
Well, warmer times came around and school was back in session but I decided not to return. I spent my warmer times with Jack-o and Benji on or near the dugout, which was shielded from the majority of the snow--it still came down though it was melting fast--and when you were inside the dugout, you were invisible to everyone looking down from the top of the hill where classes were. In the mornings, we’d dump our backpacks under the benches, hide out in the shade of that dugout, and eagerly await the first bell, which would be faintly heard even all the way down here. Five minutes after the bell...