Mr. Carmichael and his Unusual Guest_Operation: Escape_Sword Mage_the Champions: Part 3
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Mr. Carmichael and his Unusual Guest
Fairy tales and real life a meant to be separate. That’s exactly what the extremely busy, no fun Mr. Carmichael always thought until one day. Mr. Carmichael lived alone. He only met his relatives during social gatherings and emergencies. He was never fond of children, pets and never had any of either. His nephews and nieces always stayed clear from him, because of his headmaster style temper. But Grace their mother always told them that despite their uncle’s socially ineptness, he loved them…somehow. Back to Mr. Carmichael. It was the weekend. It was a fine Saturday with spring weather. Mr. Ca...
Operation: Escape
***Just letting you guys know that if you see spelling mistakes when the children are counting, it's intentional :) ***Plan A: Threaten the childrenRoses are red Violets are blue I love my vacations And if you talk to me before I get one I will smack you Makenna looked over it with appreciation, before turning to four demons at her feet, aka, her children. They were staring up at her with adoring eyes, and although she loved them with all her heart, she wanted, no needed, this vacation. The past few years, she had been at the beck and call of her two sons and two daughters, ages five to ten. ...
Sword Mage
“Ok, I get that it’s cool and all, but seriously, there’s gotta be better ways to spend your time.”Adri didn’t look up from the blade she was sharpening. None of the guys she’d brought home after a long night had ever been quite impressed with her homemade forge and collection of handmade weapons. This latest guy’s condescending tone was nothing new.“I mean really, what’s even the point? They’re never going to look nearly as good as one you can get online.”“I don’t really care about how they look,” she finally replied, testing the edge against her thumb. “The important thing is if it works ho...
the Champions: Part 3
“Chill, Emerald, chill,” I told myself. “You got an easy one. This guy isn’t the traitor. I think. I hope.” I adjusted the gold hoop in my left ear. I was only wearing it because Nainika had shot a hole in my earlobe by accident, turning into something with a million needles on its body, and there was a hole in there now. I decided to put it to use. I could also use it to call out to the others if Adam Wyse was indeed a fwww.onedoor.ccire-cat’s spy. Adam Wyse. The name was familiar, almost too familiar. Had I met him before? No, in the picture Maya’d shown me, he was a pretty, er, original person. A differe...