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Write a fantasy story where your main character can change between different forms.
Which forms can they take, and how do these forms fit into the plot?
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I ought to be grateful my parents didn’t stick burning iron rods down my throat the second they discovered I was no mortal child. But then again, that’s not much worse than being thrown in the dumpster in fifth avenue.
By the time I was seven, I knew how to make leaves look like gold. By the time I was twelve, I mastered pickpocketing. And by sixteen, I was gone. Away from the small town in Penns...
He is friendly to the cat, the man who stole what is mine. His touch is tender as he coos over me. I am disgusted with him but I must commit to the role of a cat so he doesn’t know the truth. I am watching him, waiting for the right moment to strike and then I will punish him accordingly for taking what’s mine. It takes me two days to realize that fool doesn’t know what he took. He think it a pret...
Every week of jogging, Wilfia couldn’t resist her sorrows for this one little girl that always played on the playground by herself.
Most of the time, if not ever, kids would pay her dust for some odd reason, which led Wilfia to ask herself: is she annoying? Is she rough with the other kids? Does she stank or something?
Questions that needed answers, but there’s only one way to possibly know.
...
I walk past a man with a Rolex, slip it of his wrist. He turns around but I’m already gone. “What’d you get?” Wyatt asks. We walk towards his car. “Two purses, a ring, and a watch.” “Slow work?” “Next time how bout we don’t case a building full of brainiacs!” “Rich! Rich brainiacs!” “Yeah, rich brainiacs with cameras! Let’s go idiot!” “I’m goin!” “That’s her! That woman stole my watch!” I hear the...
“I caught the girl!” Felix calls out to the first Aero Army soldiers we see, dragging me along behind him. I’m struggling, because I have to, but I’m regretting it already.
Look, I may have been in a few… situations, okay? I’ve been tied up before, once or twice, but generally I have the ability to make myself thinner in order to escape easily. Like this, though… in a plan like this…
Well, these...
“So… how are we doing this?” Gwendolyn asked, glancing around at the rest of us. “I don’t see how we’re going to trick both the Raiders and the Aero Army into giving up?”
“You’ve got a point,” Jess nodded. “I suppose handing you over would work…”
“But-!”
“Okay, nobody’s handing anyone else to anyone!” Adrian snapped, looking about as exasperated as I’ve ever seen him.
“Felix can take me inste...
The intense heat of the desert did not stop the townspeople from being so friendly. Aimee rode on, thoughts of the strange boy from earlier in her head. Giving the occasional flap of her black stallion’s reins, Storm, his hooves gently clunking against the barren desert ground. She pulled her dark amber cloak over her face and eyes as the dust picked up, and Storm rode on faster.
She waved cheerfu...
"Run ! We must run Xavier!"
"I can not run any longer dear brother" Xavier falls to his knees finally giving up on running, he was becoming weaker with every second that passed"leave ,let them only catch me Merlin ,I am to weak brother "
"No I will not leave you here to die" Merlin refused to let them take him or his brother , he lifts Xavier off the forest grounds and speeded off in a flash ...
“Hello big boy this is 888 HOT BABE come tell Candy what you want, stud?”
“Um, no I don’t like that.”
“I’m so bad and you’re so strong. Little Candy is just a naughty girl who needs a spanking.”
“No! I don’t want a sub.”
“How dare you raise your voice to Mistress Candace—“
“Not a dominatrix, I don’t want that either. Please, I just want to talk to someone, someone real. Can’t you just be real?”
Si...
A grunt escaped my mouth. The air momentarily left my lungs. “No!”
Ivy rose from the ground. It wrapped itself, creeping around Keene’s body—crawling under his clothes, clinging, digging to his skin.
A guttural cry split from his throat, tearing it raw. He stumbled back, clawing at his clothes, tearing at his arms. Pink welts scarred his skin.
Breath caught in my throat, and I swallowed. It wa...
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