Game of Beasts_I'm Not Okay_Anyplace, Anywhere, Anytime_The Greatest Halloween of All Time
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Game of Beasts
I focused on Xenyph, my rock, jaguar beast. Run! Don’t look back! Since Xenyph and I were bonded, we were able to talk to each other through our thoughtsFraya, no! I can’t leave you! You don’t have a weapon. Xenyph’s emotion blew through me—anger, sadness, fear.Go. I command you to. I ran my fingers over his rock body, and watched him sprint away. I redid my bun, twisting my auburn hair up.I’m on my own now. I have to stay alive, and keep the others from knowing I’m a girl. This was the big test of the Beast Games School. The remaining three would move on to become professional beast gamers.Wh...
I'm Not Okay
The wonder that is an alarm clock goes off beautifully, boasting of its ability to temporarily make you go deaf.Groaning as I push it violently, almost managing to break it, I push off the blanket and place my bare feet on the cold floor.As I’m blinded by the splitting headache that makes a breathtaking reappearance after last night, my mother’s voice echoes in my head.“Too much alcohol isn’t good for you.”She is absolutely correct, as she is always.I smile thinking of my mother, her eyes always as big as saucepans while screaming the house down when I and Rick did something ‘terribly wrong’ o...
Anyplace, Anywhere, Anytime
Donovan Lewinsky was one of the most well known influential names in the last decade, at least according to the music world where he had established himself as a pop icon with international recognition. His face would be plastered on every magazine outlet, television and trending social media app. Everyone knew exactly where he would be, even his mundane decisions would have consequential impacts on trends. For example, Don had taken a trip to Quito and the world's eyes were on Ecuador for the few weeks he was there, scrutinizing every aspect of his vacation. He flew from the LAX airport with ...
The Greatest Halloween of All Time
I hate Halloween. Candy wrappers litter the recess yard, cars line the sidewalk with their trunks raised, and pieces of costume decorate the playground. My heels, stuffed into a pair of ugly brown boots, dig into the concrete as my mother - curse her soul - pulls my arm. Too bad for her, I crossed them tight around my chest."Don't you want candy?" she coos, encouraging me into the line of witches, Power Rangers, and Vampires.No. I don't want candy. My variety bag I brought home the other day had been rifled through and ripped apart by my brothers, leaving me nothing but pretzels and circus pea...