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Only You
It all began in Pirate elf street. The day before Christmas, I and my family travelled to Canada to see my mother's grandma. We boarded a plane tho.Ohhh i forgot! My name is Cee Jim and I'm sixteen years of age.I kinda believe in goblets, spells and magic. I am the only child of my parents. I am loved by everyone i know and came across. My favourite TV program is F.r.i.e.n.d.s and my favourite actress from the program is Jennifer Aniston also known as Rachel Green in the movwww.onedoor.ccie. I prefer cats to dogs, yeah yeah. I am done with college.Alllllllright peeps....Back to the story...my great grandma'...
Untitled Document
A blank piece of paper sat in front of her, lying on the desk. She didn’t usually write on paper, but this was an emergency. Her thoughts were racing, and she was desperately trying to find an idea somewhere, anything would work at this point. She began to hyperventilate, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. “A manuscript due in four days and all I have in front of me in an untitled document! Blank!” She was breathing hard now, desperately trying to calm herself down. “I’m screwed” she whispered to herself. “Sure looks like it” That voice… it can’t be.“Alex?” Priya was beginning t...
Fear No Shadow
Ignorance is the soil of lies, darkness nourishes the roots. -DadCurrently, Grumpkin didn’t have lips, but if he did, he would have licked them. All he had was eyes, and they narrowed on the plump object in the room. “When’s that blasted moon coming, I’m tired of being so flat. I wanna sink my teeth into one of these toys.” Phlegmdrake rolled his yellow eyes. “Remind me never to shadeskip with you again, you’ve got the patience of a piranha.”Grumpkin’s red eyes burned, turning the shadows under the little bed crimson. “I happen to be a very patient skipper, thank you very much. But look at all...
Noctuary
Damian sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the rocking deck of the ship, holding onto the lower rung of the metal railing and gazing at the horizon. The waning sunset was a blaze of glorious color, the drifting clouds purple against the red western sky, with the swells of the Atlantic ocean sapphire-blue beneath. The old adage red sky at night, sailor’s delight bobbed to the surface of his thoughts. As stars materialized in the darkling eastern sky, Damian headed below deck, occasionally steadying himself with the rails lining the narrow hallways and stairs of the Jacques-Yves Cousteau...