Butterscotch the Brave_My Own Spotlight_THE MERMAID_Deceit's Truth
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Butterscotch the Brave
Not so long ago and not so far away there lived a knight: Butterscotch the Brave. At first glance, he appeared unimpressive and his only defining features were his namesake butterscotch-coloured curls. He was not particularly muscly, nor was he exceptionally tall (in fact, he was slightly shorter than average), but his loyalty and big heart were second-to-none - matched only by his bravery. The night Butterscotch’s bravery was born began in a place few would expect: a child’s bedroom. In the quiet dark of her bedroom atop her messy blankets sat Bella, a scared, wide-eyed girl of about six yea...
My Own Spotlight
Who invited me to a party? I asked myself. Looking at an invitation with out a name insight of who'd it came from. Thinking I would be a fool to attend a party I have no idea about, so I threw it in the trash after driving my mind in many directions. "Knock Knock " As I walk nervously to the door not knowing who it may be. I'm sure it no one to be nervous about, I told myself. When I opened the door I discovered a pale white box tied beautifully with a purple shiny bow rapped around the box. No name? I spoke out loudly. I immediately opened the box and there lied inside a beautiful dress. It'...
THE MERMAID
TW/domestic violence/miscarriage/suicidal thoughts It was a cold night as I sat shivering on the beach, listening to the waves crash onto the shore. My eye was throbbing with pain, turning as black as the night sky. This beach is my only solace away from home. Away from hell. Away from him.It wasn’t always like this. In the beginning he was charming, handsome and a perfect gentleman. Those qualities changed the minute we got married. I remember our honeymoon like it was yesterday. What was supposed to be a night of romance and beautiful beginnings turned out to be a shocking night of pain and ...
Deceit's Truth
No physical compulsion? She signs, baffled by my admission.I shake my head. There is nothing to keep me from telling the truth, save the knowledge that I will lose absolutely everything if I do.Destinee raises a fine eyebrow before nuzzling closer to me. We watch her cousin in open amusement as he begins his daily struggle of wrestling the pink disc from the stubborn clutches of Night. The air shifts, Wind blessing our bodies with her cool breeze as the planet warms. Destinee wills her midnight www.onedoor.cctendrils to stay impervious to its pull. I carefully twirl a ringlet around my finger, smiling indul...