Lights out_The Other Side of Home_Pumpkin Spice Latte_The Sanctuary
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Lights out
A yellow vintage car stopped in front of a huge, old but beautiful mansion, and Ava Brown stepped out of its backseat. Dressed in an orange, knee-length crepe dress, her hair bouncing off her shoulders, she walked towards a tall man in an office suit. “You must be Miss Ava Brown,” The man offered his hand for a handshake. Ava took it graciously. “And you must be Mr. Wilson,” Ava didn’t know his first name and thought it was none of her business to ask for it, “Glad to meet you.”She followed Wilson inside the house through its pointed arched front door. She had already seen it in photos, but it...
The Other Side of Home
I had lived a full season's song and some when we had to leave home with nothing but the feathers on our backs. I remember it clearly. It was the day after I caught my first wiggle, unaided. The leaves had crunched gently when I hopped on them. I showed my catch to Ma Gale. “Stop playing with your food..." she had chirped, “...There is not enough. We must get ready to leave”.So we had left, when the great-light rose from its nest, because home no longer felt like home. It was getting colder, darker, windier. I had to stay on the left flank with the other younglings. Pa Gale was directly to my ...
Pumpkin Spice Latte
Author’s note- this was inspired from Hololive’s newest English members. Their interactions are adorable and I used the same concept of phoenix and dark angel/grim reaper apprentice. Please go check them out ^-^ Also, this is one of my longest stories ever. I’m honestly kind of proud that I hit the 1,500 mark~ Some information you’d need- this story is set in a fictional world where everyone has spirit animals. The spirit animal directly affect you, like, if yours was a phoenix, you’d have a much longer life than others, maybe even be immortal. ** The café smelt amazing, like it always did wh...
The Sanctuary
The Sanctuary By: Aprill JonesBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire, and so was Saint John’s Mental Health Sanctuary behind me. The heat was burning and melting the plastic knife I had in my hand, I was completely numb until I felt its wax-like frame melting into my hands. I www.onedoor.cctried hopping over the charring leaves, trying to save my bare feet from the same fate I could not save my hands from just seconds ago, but that was not working. The ground beneath me was already so hot, I decided to just make a break for it, running through the vast, open courtyard of the prison that held...