Who are you?_Wildfire_Inaccurate: The Tale of an Incompetent Mage_A bad romance
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Who are you?
Wind carried secrets far and wide; their merciful but menacing nature made it impossible to distinguish them between a friend or a foe. Gutters spat out water like secrets. Penetrating the ambiance, the hymn of matrimony rang in his ears. The white washed walls suffocated behind the cabinets and tables; whilst they panted for air. Sitting proudly in the middle of a destitute village; a fairly small cottage stood. However, everything was perfect; the flower pots were in arrays the....“Thomas, Thomas. Does she know?” asked Mrs Smith whispering down his ear it and sending shivers down his spine. ...
Wildfire
Thoughts rushed through her head like wildfire. Mira knew this was her last chance -- her chance to change what would happen. Sticking in her earbuds, she drifts off into a peaceful unconsciousness hoping to hideaway. But the more she tried to run away, even for a moment, her conscience crept up reminding her of her choice, her betrayal. She always had a choice - it just depended on what she chose. She laid her head back against the soft cushions on the couch snuggling closer into a comfortable position in hopes to mindfully drift off. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. “Hello?” she...
Inaccurate: The Tale of an Incompetent Mage
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat, Zev.”"You always seem to be anticipating my defeat, why can't I?""That- is just- grief, Zev, you can't possibly be thinking that by expecting to fail your magic will actually do what your heart is wanting, can you? You're magic knows, Zev. It knows.""That sounds ominous, Win, cut it out.""Your magic is ominous! Every time you use it it's like a portent of terrible things to come. Just watching you pull in magic makes my hair stand on end.""I thought that watching me pull in magic was magical. Hey! Don't snort like that! It's rude. And u...
A bad romance
A BAD ROMANCE March 29th 1999 It was a dark rainy night in Fiction state, a small town with few people. Everyone knew everyone. The sheriff’s office was besides itself with chaos. A young brunette, with eyes as blue as turquoise, Eleanora Michaels, stood in the rain with the Sheriff under an umbrella. “I will burn down everything you love one day!!!!” the blonde haired aggressive young man threatened as the county officials carried him away into jail. He was Eleanora’s husband. He was a drunk and had attempted to kill her that night. Luckily, Eleanora escaped and called the sheriff who then ca...