Question to those who watch me.I'm sorry for the lack of submitting, if you have been reading. Things have just been busybusybusybusy. I'm almost finished with the seventh chapter.
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Chapter 7: Unforgettable.Chapter 7: UnforgettableChapter 7: Unforgettable.
Wednesday woke me up to the sound of a phone ringing. It sounded far away, and for a second, I thought it was dream. Then, it got to the second ring, and it sounded more real. By the third ring, I had woken up enough to notice it was my phone. I layed back down for a second. Then it hit. It's my phone. Shooting up and dashing across the room, I picked it up before the answering machine did. "Hello?" I said, my voice shaking slightly with adrenaline. "Hey," a person on the other line said, and I relaxed as I realized it was Kris. The adrenal
by ~WhispersintheWind
Prolouge -IaL-As I sit here, I look back at my teenage years and I can safely say that my life from that point on has been a very eventful one. It was as if my world had shifted and I began to see things in a totally new perspective. I experienced unimaginable things (well, to you atleast), both beautiful and ugly. I was in a new world and I was enjoying the feeling of magick flowing through my veins as I worked it.Prolouge -IaL-
But it seems that it came at a price. I had to go through rigoris mental, physical, emotional, psychological and spiritual training and seemingly endless tests. I had to strengthen my body, my will, my mind, my magick.
by ~WhispersintheWind
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Pure of HeartPure of HeartPure of Heart
The woman with the pink dress and long brown hair stood alone on the shimmering platform deep in the heart of The City of the Ancients. Her mind was focused over what needed to be done. How had it come to this? Why did it have to be this way? More importantly... how had she come to accept it so easily? She knew that now she was the only one who could offer hope to the Planet. It was all in her hands now. The woman shifted around a bit, brushing the loose strands of her beautiful brown hair off of her face. She was waiting for someone to arrive, and was growing anxious. "Where is he?" She asked aloud. Fo
by ~UltimateGanon
Song of a Last SaturdayI couldn’t even bring myself to lose myself in words, or to escape.Song of a Last Saturday
There I was with every fantastical trapping of ignorance laid in front of me, and all I could do was wonder in the wake of the thick turbulence, excitement and sadness and hope of the hours before. Where I could have been walking falling castles and pistols, and magic moved on, I laid staring at the wood grain. Awash.
Listening to the water hit the tiles across the hall. Hoping that once he was finished, he would sleep like an angel.
In the previous months I’d felt like I’d said little and lots; that vague estimation teetered towards not
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