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Midnights change
Twelve year old Midnight rubbed her purple eyes as she woke up to a bright and sunny day in Chinatown. She brushed her black and purple hair and walked out of the alley staying under the shops where the sunlight doesn't shine. Anyone who even thought about messing with her got an ugly glare. Midnight was homeless and hated everyone and whoever got in her way. Everybody feared her and did what she demanded. They are always wondering why she is like that. The truth is she is mean to everybody because her mom and dad died and she hates everybody for it. She used to be sweet and loving but she w...
Till Death Do Us Part
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Lilly and Ryan Hankamer had just gotten married in front of 30 of their closest friends and www.onedoor.ccfamily. The venue was a breathtaking scenic view on the beach. The vibrant turquoise streams and silver balloons danced with each breeze that caressed the beach. Lilly laughed and danced with her new groom on the dance floor. When it was almost time for the evening to end, Lilly's father and mother strolled over to the happy couple one more time to speak with them about their future plans. She rolled her eyes, muttering to herself, 'Here we go aga...
Tales of a False Treasure
If it hadn’t been for Ava’s magic, they would have surely died. Rex pushed the wooden door of the ship’s cabin open first. The brawny first mate had always been overprotective. He crept out onto the deck and Ava followed, refusing to be left behind. At first glance, the ship seemed to be intact. Rex moved slowly toward the mast and looked up. Ava’s gaze followed to find the sails ripped to shreds. They wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. Which meant they were vulnerable to whatever caused the violent uprising in the cove waters. They had locked themselves away in the cabin with magic when the mu...
The enemy of done
They say that perfect is the enemy of done. This is why at t-minus twelve hours until the end of the year I’m trying to finish making a new chair. I know that it’s not the most exciting goal, but my New Year’s resolution from last year was to improve my carpentry skills. Which means that three-quarters of a half-decent chair have been squatting in my shed since March. I started making it in a pique of inspiration during the lockdown, and as things got progressively grimmer I lost all momentum. You know how it goes, you decided that you’re gonna make all this progress and better yourself during...