the power within_A Burning Spirit_Tail As Old As Time_He stole the stars from me
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the power within
March 1988, the day started out as usual Mya May wake up to the sound of banging outside her window she rolled out of bed to see what was making such a ruckus, the window was fogged with an icy layer of frost she rubbed the window with her sleeve to reveal a small areas to look through the ruckus was coming from the neighbors house they were in the process of renovating, the house that once sat empty for many years was being made into something better. Mya May through on her house shoes to greet her new neighbors. As she approached the house she got a weird feeling as she walked up the old wo...
A Burning Spirit
The air around his head grew warmer than usual as the typical clunk of thwww.onedoor.cce AC grew quiet, now just a hum. Stretching his arms and legs out straight, pushed the ball of his feet against the sheet at the foot of the bed. A familiar and distinct sound of ripping cloth broke the silence as the big untrimmed toes pushed through the worn threads of the sheet. Wiggling them looked like Casper the ghost winking at him from the foot of the bed; it was Halloween after all. His eyes hurt and felt like a pail of sand had fallen in them from last night's party. The more conscious he got, the more the head ...
Tail As Old As Time
“I will answer one question for you,” The girl lifted a finger for emphasis. “Today. Tomorrow, if you can find me again, you may ask another. In return, for each question, you will listen to one of my tales.”If I can find you? I thought wryly. Her shrine wasn’t exactly hidden. It wasn’t visible from the road, sure, but I wasn’t going to get lost trying to find it.Her offer was…intriguing. I was certainly curious about her. I’d discovered her shrine quite by accident, wandering around an old abandoned park. Imagine my surprise when I found some kind of ancient guardian spirit inside! I’d never...
He stole the stars from me
I used to love watching the stars. When the summer nights were warm and the cicadas chirped in the bushes, Mama would set up folding lawn chairs for us in the backyard. We would lean back and watch the stars stretching on for miles and miles, the hundreds, thousands, millions of them twinkling in the sky above us. “That’s Sirius A,” she says, pointing to a glowing dot that looked just like all the other. “And that one is Polaris.” “It doesn’t matter,” I whine. “They’re just stars. They aren’t important.”“Not important?” The little crease forms between her brows. “Violet, the stars are watching...