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She listened to the sound of the sea as it crashed into the shores of the sound. The tide level was high in the waterway and the winds were blowing strong. Kayla looked out, searching for his ship. There was nothing in sight except for storm clouds. “He better make it home safe,” she said to no one.Kayla turned from the shore and walked sadly inland. She hated this waiting. She blamed herself for this anguish. Kayla had known before she married him that James was a sailor. She knew the risks as well, having lost her father to the sea. Yet she couldn't resist this man's charm, his wit, and his ...
The Estrada’s Escape
William stood outside the cell watching his brother, Gabriel, as he shook violently and muttered things to himself, trying to calm himself down but failing. The conditions were greatly against him, and he’d never been alone for this long, never been in the custody of these “doctors” that claimed to want to “help” him.“Ellos me van a matar,” he muttered, over and over. They were going to kill him. He knew they planned to, but they were lying to him. They always lied. They lied to everyone. They were going to kill him, and everyone else in the horrible place he found himself trapped in. But that...
The Hexed Golden Apples
“Yes! How sublime the evening is!” a tone of panic slips in my voice that I hope I alone was able to notice. “Eh.. would you mind if I borrow your coat? It’s chilly this evening.” After the doorman placed the wool around my shoulders, I took a peek and rummaged the pockets to gauge if the coast is clear. I ran as fast as I could with desperation written all over my face. With a snap of my fingers, I turned the piece of cloth into wings. I have no idea if I’m exceedingly brave or exceptionally stupid. There’s no turning back now. The thing about golden apples is they are dreadfully easy to los...
Inner Reflection
There is a certain peace that dwells in a midnight wood. A tranquil solitude that envelops anyone who wanders the winding paths. It so happened upon that winter night these woods sought my curiosity. Obeying their whispers, I entered the forest. With each step the twisting trees persuaded my fears that they were merely haunted words. Painful words that should mean nothing, but somehow managed to weave their way around my heart. And I believed in them. Then came the tears. My eyes leaked delicate staines upon my ivory cheeks. Coping with the sins of others had long become unbearable. With my i...