There was a powerful woman once, most probably the most powerful one that had ever roamed Ynev. She was beautiful and proud, and in her pride she deceived quite a few.
Three of these deceived swore to pay her back tenfold.
It's been a few years after the death of Faith's husband and even longer since she's been back to her hometown of Charleston, S.C. However, she can't refuse to visit her parents anymore, thus why she returns to spend Christmas break with her ten year old son.
Moragon didn't know moving to NYC would lead to this...
Teddy didn't know meeting his father would mean running for his life...
A small square of green construction paper rested in her hands. The paper was slightly crinkled and a corner had obviously been dropped into glue because it was hard and a darker green than the rest of the sheet. The girl’s chocolate colored eyes peered down at the note curiously. Obviously, the sender had just finished kindergarten like she had because the spelling was awful. The purpose remained clear, however. In what looked like a dried out black Crayola marker, a few words were scrawled untidily onto the sheet:
i love you. will you maree me?
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my dress and trying not to cringe at my reflection. My hair, dirty blond and barely past chin length, never seemed to do anything more than stick out from my skull like a pile of twigs.
Not that it really mattered, though. The only date I had tonight was with my three year old brother, and somehow I doubted he was going to care what I looked like. It was New Year's Eve, and I was being forced to spend it making play dough race cars with a toddler. Great.
I never wanted to write this letter. This wasn't how I wanted to explain myself. It was my fondest wish to leave an elegant note upon a yellowed piece of paper, with a stain from my coffee cup at the upper right corner. I would tell you to meet me at some chic cafe in such-and-such time, and you'd arrive to meet me with that letter, creased from years of folding and refolding, still crumpled up in your pocket. We'd sit and chat, and it would be just like old times.
I never imagined that you'd be the one to leave me.
Carissa is waiting for her date, when a zombie bursts into the room!
In the midst of post-revolutionary France, with a family who are trying to find their feet in the constantly changing society, Lena Rousseau seeks an escape deeper than she has ever wanted before. With the help of a superstition, self-belief and the love of a man that the past had never allowed her to consider, she finds all she has looked for, and more.
I wrote this as an entry to a writing contest. The only requirement was to include the phrase, "I think you should sit down."
"I think you should sit down."
The phrase sticks out in my mind as the one I heard just before my life changed forever. But Cody wasn't going to give up and I certainly wasn't either. From the moment I heard that phrase, I knew we would have to prove the doctors wrong.
Cera learns more than she bargained for on her sixteenth birthday.
Written for the The Golden Snitches Writathon Round One
When she had counted up to 30, the girl opened her eyes and shouted in a shrill, childlike voice, “Ready or not, here I come!”
She dashed around the backyard, looking in bushes, under the picnic table, and in the playhouse before she ventured into the woods.
Caleb Conroy awakens with a pounding headache and a strange yearning for meat. Soon he's given an offer he can't refuse: Join the Wild Hunt or die.
Fresh out of high school, Sydney plans a trip to New York that summer with her best friend Natalya, and James decides he wants to tag along before he has to return for his first semester at the University of Indiana. Only thing is that Sydney and Natalya have no intentions on returning back to the small town of Sterling, Indiana; their plan, to make it as professional dancers in New York City.
Grace's parents seem to pay a lot more attention to her sister, Hope, than they do her. While Grace understands that Hope is special and needs extra attention, she wishes her parents would focus on her, even for just one night, like when her paintings are in her school's art show.
This is a memoir of a young girl who sees a plane bloom into a ball of fire when it collides into the World Trade Center early Tuesday morning. This is a story of a young girl who boarded one of those fateful planes.
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You looked up to him. He was your hero. Then he left you. And I hated him for that. You never saw how bad it really was. You were so young you only saw the good times. You may never see this, Iris, but I just want you to know that I love you and I only want the best for you.
Companion piece to Bringing the Magic Back
My dad named me after his favorite flower, the iris. Everyone I know was named by their mother, except me. The day my mother left was the day all the magic left Dad's life. He loved her, despite her faults, something I was never capable of doing.
Alaska Avenue was where I grew up. It was a run down street on the outskirts of town and most people tried not to look at it when they drove past, but it was home to me. My mom didn't understand why I was so upset when the town decided to destroy everyone's homes and turn the street into a strip mall, but there were few things about my life that my mom actually understood.
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A love blossoms in a time when France is on the verge of crumbling to Germany during World War II. A love so real and undiluted, it cannot be smudged by the cold blackness of death. Based off of Edith Piaf's song Hymne A' L'amour.