"Don't be afraid of it, Son. You have to step into it, make hard, persuasive contact. Let it know you are in charge!"
"But dad, it's thinking the same thing! I'm not really ready for this."
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Your life can change in an instant. Everything can be perfect. You have no reason to fear, no reason to call upon courage, and then everything changes. Everything you’ve ever feared comes rushing to ... [+]
Red mountains ring beneath the eternal blue sky. The echo of galloping hoofbeats drifts among them. The lonesome throatsong I hum is their only companion. The solitary sun hangs like a baubled incense ... [+]
Makalia pressed her lips and forced a smile until she could no longer hold it in.
“Ah, what an ominous sound! Why is that damned rooster clucking at this hour of the night?”
“It seems
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We were made to be courageous we were not designed to fear! Crying tears of sorrow or feeling like we’re out of gear, their once was a girl who never knew her way though she was brave she’d neve ... [+]
I’m waiting at the stoplight. It’s windy and cold and I can’t stop thinking about everything that’s happened. The erratic beat of my fingers tapping onto the steering wheel breaks the ... [+]
The America’s, 1778
The wind blew fierce, foreshadowing an angry storm which cradled the dark horizon. With each whistling blow my hair flapped in the air and the smell of a violent ocean
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Little Cub,
Moments ago, I tucked you into your crib upstairs. I had a good cry on my way back down the stairs. During my soggy musings, my thoughts stopped on the subject of promises. It seems
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The Night Squad didn't exist. They didn't consist of creatures out of myth, including Canadian werewolves, a vampire on loan from the French resistance, and an American mage and his Familiar who ... [+]
It was the sixth time Max had fallen asleep at school, but only the third time he’d been caught. He sat in the principal’s office with his face covered in sharpie. This time they’d only given ... [+]
Multiple times. I’ve run away from Death multiple times. Too often.
Chills run along my spine whenever it senses his presence. He’s infatuated with me. And I, too, with him.
He
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My moaning of low, monotone sounds - so deep they would be terrifying if the situation was different, echo throughout the hall. Pausing at the bottom of a flight of stairs, rubbing my pregnant belly ... [+]
I remember it was sometime around last fall when all this happened. The whole shebang with the secrets and things, I mean. It was one day in particular, cold for late October, when I could see myself ... [+]
The people are everywhere. I couldn’t understand a word of this lingo everyone seemed to speak. The giant whiteboard on the wall says my name is Alex. Alex Green. 18 years old. Says my days are 15 ... [+]
The rays of the blazing sun beat against Avien's sweaty skin. His clothes clingy to his body, covered in dirt and tattered. Avien sits underneath an abandoned wagon, too tired to think. He roughly ... [+]
