Orange and spice_Warrior_Hanna Doesn't Kiss Ghosts_Everhearst
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Orange and spice
There’s a short sharp pain on my hand as an oil splash lands on my skin. Breaking me out of my thoughts. I look down at the pan of chips I am frying. They are starting to burn, the edges turning brown. This is not good; I'm going to be in so much trouble. I quickly take the pan off the fire and start scooping the chips out of the pan with the spatula in my hand. I put it on a plate, and then I look up at the clock. Its eight o clock, I'm late. I rush around the kitchen setting plates and cups on four different trays, I set the glass cup with a green plate for Mr olaa, the pink plate for Mrs ol...
Warrior
The blood of a warrior resides within me. For generations, my ancestors have fought in wars to restore peace. Against those that sought to destroy their wealth, power, virtue, and leaving shards of it buried in the sand. There, in the Motherland, two tribes went to war against one another instead of standing beside each other. No unity, no harmony. These were the Tribes of the Sun and Moon. The Motherland is a vast area based at the heart of the equator. Here, the sun's rays blessed the earth and fuelled the civilians' livelihoods, the richest, purest jewels and minerals were found. The Sun Tr...
Hanna Doesn't Kiss Ghosts
“I know you can’t help all the ghosts you see and it gets so overwhelming, but do you think you could make an exception for little ol’ me?” Brandon pushewww.onedoor.ccd his charming smile to full power knowing it always made me weak in the knees.I covered up my swoon at his cute ghostly looks, despite the 90’s punk rock spiked hair and gigantic pants, by rolling my eyes and picking up my pen. We were in my bedroom and I was trying, unsuccessfully, to do my homework while sitting at my grandmother’s old vanity. “Do you just show up when you want something? I told you not to pop up all the time. I’m seriously...
Everhearst
The trees rushed past the window as my father drove, listening to the CD I made him for his last birthday. I could hear his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as I shuffled, knocking my coat off from over my lap.“Feeling more awake now?” He asked, as he glanced at me in the rear-view mirror. I stretched, hearing the faint popping from my shoulders as they released from their cramped position. “Yes. How long ‘til we get there?” My voice was croaky, and I shuffled, knocking my duffle onto the floor.“Not long, squirt. Are you sure about this? We can always turn around.” His voice seemed tired,...