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Lunera Viola Academy
"What the Fuck!" Ilyne screamed into the torrential downpour shards of water drenched her maroon curls as she ran through the streets of her small town. Darkened gardens and pristine lawns passed in a blur running down her cheeks, trapped. How could she be so blind?
By S.J. McCollum4 years ago in Fiction
A Drop of Magic
It all began with a single drop. A drop that would change everything in a world where nothing seemed to change. It fell by chance, a mere matter of disregard that let the magic loose. It landed by chance, too. Of all the planets in all of the solar systems in the cosmos it chose this one. Amongst the mass of spiralling life and chaos, star dust, fire and rock it fell to this one planet.
By D. J. Bond4 years ago in Fiction
The Folk of Forever
Her voice snaked over the ground and up the cavern walls before gently wrapping its way around her guest. “You’ve traveled far. I must say that I'm surprised you answered my call. It isn't common for an Unseelie to make the journey to see me unless they think it will be worth their while."
By Hailey Knape4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 6 - Abelard - A Helping Hand
The day had been a frenetic one. Corrupted energies, Clockworks, Aberrations, nearly losing Buskin to a mechanical whirlpool of blades. They were alive, but barely, and seemingly by luck alone. It had not been their finest hour. Abelard knew, full well, that if it had not been for the selfless heroics of Buskin’s childhood friend Umfrey, and his unstoppable daughter, Busy, they would have perished in that conveyor belt room. Now night found them, bloodied and beaten, hiding in a supply closet. Around them, what passed for stillness within this Clockwork Cosmotorium. Incessant humming. Whirs, Clicks, and a never ending cacophony of maniacal metallic machinery. Even locked away, safely, within their secured room, the surrounding feeling of menace, purposeful menace, was palpable. And it never went away.
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 11
Surreptitiously, I began to X-ray him visually. He wore a collarless clergy-styled cream-colored shirt. The first two buttons were undone, exposing a gold crucifix hanging from a thin, delicate chain. Strands of curled brown hair sprouted on his chiseled pecs. He had removed his blazer hanging on a coat rack by the door.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
Apocalypse: Thirst for Blood
Paco's POV Wednesday, 17:56. The teens had left the park a while ago and were sitting at the bus stop together. Paco could tell Dani was debating telling them something by the way she kept bouncing her leg up and down and looking their way.
By Rahma Abdel Bari4 years ago in Fiction








