**_I sat at the_** dinner table, fork in hand and suspended in air, when Miss Smith called my name.

I looked up to see her, her homemade witch charms and all her white streaked frizzy hair glory, staring intently at me and squinting her eyes as she ran a hand down her bone necklace. She says it’s made of bone anyway.

My grandparents didn’t notice this at all.

Grandma was eating in the living ro...

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The day that my paradise shattered was the day I met, once more, the very man I shattered myself.

The sun was bright as it always was as I wake, a warm, snoring form on my right side and a round form at my feet. I sighed, rubbing my hands over my eyes before squeezing the bridge of nose. Last night, I had done overtime at work to finish up the rest of Miss Florence’s, an old widow who lived ...

I looked to Ruby, who was curled up on the ground. Crying. She’s always been so soft hearted. Too soft hearted.

I squat down next to her. “Get up.”

She whimpers. Of course. She’s too weak. I shove her. Ruby should have gotten up.

She’s just not worth it. She’s too traumatized to be useful. I take a step in the opposite direction, only pausing to give her another chance. She doesn’t take it.

I...

A magical library that was said to be like a labyrinth, was seemingly no place for a small, young man with one long braid grown out to show his love for Star Wars. It wasn’t quite a place for Natalia either, a young lady, a bit taller than average wearing huge platform boots to compliment her black and purple hair. Boots and braids, an interesting pair and two very different people to happen to re...

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She awoke with a peaceful stretch above her head. Outside, the birds sang. She opened her mouth in a yawn and drew the warm sheets from her body, stepping from the white, linen bed. She could smell the breakfast her husband had cooked for her and she drew a robe around herself as she walked slowly to the kitchen. He was waiting for her there, smiling. She had found true love.

II

He awoke w...

(Sequel to Sleeping Arrangements. For the gist of that story, it is about Della, a princess on the run because her kingdom was attacked. She went to his carriage to sleep in the night and met Cade who was trying to watch out for his family’s bakery. She chooses not to tell him she is a princess. He defends said bakery with his archery skills. And now you’re caught up!)

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The sun peeks through t...

My master enjoyed long walks. He’d walk as a headless chicken let loose by fumbling fools, quick, staggered, in pain but silent. I’d join him in his daily venture with a harness tied to my neck, a fabric of polyester, that kept me tethered to his waddling spirit. We kept a steady pace and would only stop when I’d spot something rigid and broken, he was not too pleased whenever I did. I used the pa...

[Back story to the series {It Was Me?}]

[Please read story first or this will spoil it]

Jacob: he grew up in a home without a mom. His dad quick to anger, would hit, scream or anything to make someone cry or make them feel pain. He admired his father and soon became like him. He found that murder soothed his aches.

Darren: Darren was Jacob’s best friend ever since kindergarten. He was very kind ...

**_Julian_**

"C'mon, Oliver! We're on in a minute dude!" I grab my guitar, hoping it's tuned correctly. He grabs his drumsticks, and Caelum high fives me.

"This is our chance to play for a crowd!" he grins.

Oliver rolls his eyes, but I can still see the excitement in them.

"They're all gonna be drunk anyway, they won't care."

I strum a practice note, happy when it sounds good.

"Let's go!" ...

Vasil and Luda; like two peas in a pod, and yet, so different.

Vasil, raised in the city, smart, but quiet and unassuming. Chocolate brown hair, dark brown eyes, freckles, and a thin stature.

Luda, who grew up in a villiage, with one friend (who was not her friend anymore), loud and confident, friendly and kind. Bleach-blonde hair and gray eyes, stocky and sporty.

Such differences, and ho...