Elements of the Soul_THE LAST PIECE OF CAKE_Running from reality_Memory March
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Elements of the Soul
“I don’t want to ever so muchwww.onedoor.cc as see crystals around here again Lissette! You do know this is what got your mother killed, don’t you?” Aunt Ivy’s pine green eyes shift back and forth, examining Lissette’s tawny diamond shaped face. “But it’s also what made her feel alive.” Lissette responds. “I don’t understand how you so easily turned your back on our traditions all those years ago. What? Simply because you’re scared?” “Fear isn’t always a bad thing Lissette. You’re young, so you think you know everything, but you don’t. Please just stop with the magic. I already lost Ava,” The name catches i...
THE LAST PIECE OF CAKE
Everyone eagerly wait's for that month of a year when they happily celebrate, relax and have fun with their family. Christmas day is obviously one of them. After staying away from home for a long time. I was very excited to go back home, accept gifts from my parents, spend lots of time with them and most importantly gulp delicious sweets. Mom was expert in baking the traditional milk cake, which was my most favourite. After a long journey I reached my sweet home. Dad was already waiting for my welcome. He saw me and gave a warm hug, kissing my top of head. "How was the journey?" He asked cheer...
Running from reality
I opened my eyes, It had worked. We had made it. I looked around, Me and Derek were in some type of library, rows and rows of shelves surrounded us and not a single black suit around us. I looked at Derek, he still had his eyes closed and was mumbling to himself. I could tell he was using his ability. Once he opened his eyes he turned towards me and put his finger to his pale lips and ushered me into the maze of books. As we walked round the giant shelves I thought about earlier. Me and Derek had been found out. Our worst nightmare had come true. Someone had discovered that we have powers. Tha...
Memory March
Contains: Minor explicit language.“You know you can’t take this with you to the dorms, right?”I was wondering how long it would take my mom to notice the box labeled him in the midst of the cardboard hell I had created over the last few weeks. I’m actually shocked it took her until the night of my departure to get her hands on it. She lifted the flaps and began sifting through old memories as she continued her advice.“Breakups are hard, I know. Especially your first one,” she said, “I held onto my first boyfriend’s jacket for eight months after he shattered my heart, but you can’t carry it wit...