When It Rains_A Song about Snow_The Eighth Dimension_Shadows from the Past
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When It Rains
Nasrin was old enough to understand what was being discussed, even though she was in the other room with the old lamp to read by and not supposed to hear the conversation. The man had come to investigate, and after talking with her parents, confirmed what she already knew: Nasrin could use magic. This was highly valuable, and the man offered a large sum of money to take her away.He said he would take Nasrin to a school where she would learn more about her art, but Nasrin didn’t believe him. She’d awww.onedoor.cclready heard rumors on the street of how much was paid for the gifted. It was never for school. A...
A Song about Snow
My story does not begin with the likes of tiaras and royal balls. Rather, with a song.It started one day when there was a ‘knockety knock’ on my front door…You see, I was singing at the time, my sweet, lovely voice floating out the window. I hate to brag, but when I sing, it’s like hearing an angel singing from the heavens. This was the song I was singing;“My life is full of fantasies,My life is filled with wonder.Everywhere I look I see, a smile…A smile to me!Once, a little bird told me in a lullaby,That dreams always do come true!But, my life is full of fantasies,My life is filled with wonde...
The Eighth Dimension
The windows of our house were always locked and sealed shut. We never had access to a summer breeze and the air inside the house was always a little musty even during July and August.Our three-story house stood in the middle of a suburb in a smaller city in Ohio. However, the overgrowth of bushes and trees hid our house from the neighborhood and subsequently the modernization that went along with it. Six generations of the Abernathy family have lived in these walls and as I was nearing my eighteenth birthday, I would finally learn how that was possible. No one ever came into the house, we neve...
Shadows from the Past
It was dark inside the cave, out of the bright white of the mountain storm. A light flickered and settled, helping Magge to catch her breathing. She followed the sudden lamplight ahead as Deora twisted around rock protrusions. "Lucky you spotted that opening," Deora whispered. "Plenty of people freeze to death caught in these storms." The storms used to be the least of their fears; before the war ended, the territory had been Averdi land. The mountain passes were treacherous on their own: landslides, storms, huge predators. But the Averdies that lived beneath the mountains had haunted Magge...