The Traveler_Because of Ivy_Take it Slower_Im not coming home
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The Traveler
1The Traveler recognized this place, as one does when the past has imprinted geography on memory. The curve of the dusty road lined with pecan trees a dozen feet tall tugged on the edge of his mind like a child testing a kite string. A child. Yes. The corner of a dim recollection tore open, and memory flooded through. He hawww.onedoor.ccd walked in this very spot many years before.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Lars, drop it here,” said the Traveler, planting the shovel blade in the soft soil and reflexively drawing his shirt cuff across his forehead though the work had not been straining. The boy wi...
Because of Ivy
-CHAPTER 1-LOCKEDThere is a forest that no one knows about except three girls, Lunar, Ivy, and Mora. But what they didn't know is this forest was not a normal forest with trees, plants, and creeks. This forest was the worst forest they could ever walk into.."MOMMM", yelled Lunar. "I'M GOING TO IVY'S.” This was Lunar's first mistake. Lunar was only 4 years old when she met Ivy and Mora. Lunar and Ivy were both about to turn 12, being that both of their birthdays were coming up, and Mora was 15、 Lunar was on her way to Ivy's so that they could go to their favorite creek spot in the forest. Lunar...
Take it Slower
The troubling part was how loud her mind was at all times. Having a direct connection to both the spirit world and specific beings just meant thoughts that weren’t hers and distractions. It was beyond frustrating but that was her life. Being a witch meant these things - at least, being a witch who works with the undead. Elaine sighed deeply, the candle flames in front of her blowing out. ‘Great. Wonderful. Yet another thing I need to fix’. She tied up her long hair, the soft white waves turned different colours with the glowing lights around the room. Maybe if less was touching her, the easie...
Im not coming home
2000 years, 6 months and 2 days ago...that's the last time I had seen my parents, well my true mother at least. I had never asked to be a changeling, of course...that was the nature of changelings. 4000 years ago a light angel baby had been situated in the mortal world as a scientific experiment done by the Royal Scientific Insitute of the Light Angels...that light angel had grown up and realised her true origins through years of painstaking research, a fact that annoyed both my true mother and my adopted mother to no end. I was the first of my kind...the first angelic changeling known of in ...