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The Good Witch's Chronicles 1.0
“Being normal is vastly overrated”- Aggie Cromwell Was I born a witch? No, there is no such thing. Was I raised a witch? No. Did my ancestors practice witchcraft? Not per-say. What others consider as witchcraft, I consider it our cultural upbringing, habits, traditions, and Mexican folk healing. It is a lifestyle. These are our beliefs passed down through generations. Do we believe in magic? Yes. Good magic.
By L.Y.Dill4 years ago in Fiction
The Voice
The lake was glistening in the early morning light as if it was covered in a thin layer of ice. The cool fall air breathed life into me as I sat on the dock reading my book.
By Kiri McCoy4 years ago in Fiction
SPINS - A BRITE Alliance mystery
Chapter Two Chrissy’s charm bracelet? This piece of jewelry often jingled in my presence because of its white bowling pins and multi-colored bowling balls, so, on the evidence table, I recognized the unique item her boyfriend, Smith Cannon, had given Chrissy.
By Roxanne Barbour4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 2: Break for Breakfast
“We can’t just give up our vantage point to go eat breakfast.” War argued. A mammoth of a man with broad shoulders and a dark visage, he stood nose to nose with the thin and gaunt looking Famine. Famine didn’t seem to be bothered by his brother’s intimidating build.
By Tina Drechny4 years ago in Fiction
Figures in the Dark
Aniah got a good look at the prisoner’s face for the first time, laying on the floor as she was. The kicking had momentarily stopped and she dared to look up. The half-dead man had somehow managed to turn his head and was staring at Aluri with brilliant green eyes. Aniah watched him dully, wondering how there could still be so much defiance in those eyes.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Hide And Seek
There was no sun streaming through the window, and the cold that accompanied the overcast skies made itself evident on the tip of Claire’s nose. She exhaled in exasperation; this apartment is gonna kill me one of these days, she thought. She could smell the eggs that Eric was cooking and smiled to herself. Eric was unlike any that she had been with in the past. He was always doing things for her and never needed a thank you. Estimating that Eric was already working on his second cup of coffee, she chose to wake herself up by throwing the covers to end of the bed. The cold rushed over her body in an instant, and she shivered in chill. A meow told her that she had thrown Max under the covers with her wakeup call, and he crawled out and shook his head rapidly, giving Claire the best look of cat annoyance possible.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
SUPER HERO CHRONICLES - CITADEL: RISE OF THE HEROES (PART 4)
RECAP: While assisting in an Egyptian excavation site, Jennifer Hans found herself trapped in an antechamber of the lost ruins of the Temple of Bastet. Meanwhile, in Citadel, Padrick Panthia III (who funded the Egyptian excavation) was still trying to hunt down the missing Jewel of Bast, which was locked away in the body of Doctor Samuel Hopper's missing R.I.C.K.I. robot. The mysterious man in black known as Severoin was hired to retrieve the robot and wouldn't want a small thing like an explosion to tarnish his name amongst his rich and powerful clients.
By Travis Berketa4 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Sophie
I could no longer breathe as my lungs started to fill with smoke, my eyes were now glued shut, all I could do was listen. I kept hearing those pleading cries, children yelling in distant "Help, Help! Help us somebody please!" I yelled back, and reassured them I was here, but it seemed as if no one could hear me I was becoming desperate running further into the agoning fire. "I'm coming, i'm coming where are you?!" I plead out as loud as I can. The closer I got to the children screaming the most horrible painful yells the more faint they became. I was starting to lose it, I needed to help those children!My life depended on it! I could not let these children die, I have to save them! My chest started to tighten up I could no longer think or breathe, I felt as if that very moment I was dead. I was fighting so hard to catch my breath until I woke up. I woke up from that nightmare, the same nightmare I had been having for the last couple months. It started when I moved in to my new home, which was in the outskirts of a quiet town in deep South Texas. I lived down the block of a few Hispanic families, who have become some of my really great friends. One night I specifically remember them telling me myths and folktales, and how they really do believe in spirits, and things you would have thought were only in movies, and books. They talked to me all night, and had all these different stories. So many legends it was hard to keep up, but they were interesting. They even told me some of their very own experiences which made me really believe I was being haunted. Maybe I did something in my past life i'm not proud of, maybe I have a curse, but I just don't know why this would be happening to me. I decided to do some research on recurring nightmares. I even googled what it meant to dream about children yelling in a fire, myths, legends. It was until I randomly had this thought to google my home, the state, and that's when I spotted something that stood out to me, so I had to click the link. " Family stunned, 4 children dead in Texas house fire” I couldn't believe it, it was a picture of my home, it looked different. I would have never known this house was once covered in charcoal and burnt pieces of someones life, someones children. I was devastated and my heart sank. I was also so afraid, if this happened so many years ago, am I being haunted? Are these children bad, or did I already know about this and that's why I keep dreaming about it. My mind was all over the place, and i was scared. I didn't know what was going on, when suddenly I hear a knock on my bedroom door. I closed my eyes, and prayed it would stop! I ran and hid under my blankets, as if that would save me. " dear god, if you can hear me please forgive me .."I started to pray so hard, and begged god to make the knocking stop, and it did. I reached under my bed and grabbed my gun right before dialing 911. I was alone, there’s no way someone should be knocking on my bedroom door, I tell the dispatcher as she let's me know someone is on the way. I sit and try to stay calm and not hyperventilate I don’t want to be heard. " This is the police open up!" I hear downstairs, I was too afraid to say anything, and if there was an intruder in my house I didn't want to get caught. My bedroom door was not locked so I dont undertsand if someone was knocking, why they just didnt open the door, but whatever I’m glad they didn’t! The police finally reach my room and asks if anyone is in here, and I slowly uncover myself. "me.. me, im here" I say scared, I know they could hear the fear in my voice. They ask me what's going on, and I tell them I thought someone broke in. "Well ma'am there are no signs of forced entry, up until we had to knock the door down. We checked every room, door, window, maybe you just heard something happens all the time." I nod. An older officer approaches me and proceeds to ask me if i live here alone. "Yes, yes i do.. Why? is there something wrong.?" He proceeds "Well no, but haven't you heard the stories about this very house? I used to get calls from a couple who lived here a couple years back. They used to hear things, see things we honestly thought they had gone crazy. They were nice people, but sadly one day they died in a fire, here at this very house. Some say it was suicidal, others say they used to fight like wildcats, no one ever knew what really happened that night." "a couple?" I ask, "What about the 4 children that died here in the 80's? I read about it online, and didn't know much about it until today " Officer Kingsley took off his sheriff hat held it against his chest, looked down and was hesitant to speak. " yes ma'am that actually used to be a foster home, a home to the Mildrege family. They used to foster them kids left and right. Sweet people, too bad they weren't home that night. They had left the oldest, Abigail in charge of her younger siblings, see they didn't like to separate the children that came in pairs or more. It would cause a toll on the kids. They had gone out to the grocery store, and when the returned the house was in flames. Cops, firefighters everyone was already on the scene. We were too late, we couldn't save them sadly. When we reached the location, every door, every window was shut when we finally broke down the door it was bad. The fire had spread like a wildfire, it was full of smoke, and our men went in there, and barely made it out. One of the men said it was like he was in hell, the walls were closing in, he couldn't breath but all he could do was hear the yells of those innocent children." Chills filled my body from my feet up to my head. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I was hesitant to go back inside, but I knew I had too. I mean this was my home after all. I checked all locks, put on some tea, and went to my bedroom. I was afraid to fall asleep, to dream. Luckily the tea made my sleepier than I noticed.
By Maria D4 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Cythia's New Path
Cythia's New Path 1.1 Eam Novam Viam (Eam Novam Viam - Latin for Her New Path) * This short story mini-series features a crossover with another mini-series, Suam Novam Vitam. Based shortly after The Sacrifice of a Guardian Angel, this follows Cythia's life; from the present, glimpses of her past, to glances of what the future holds.
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
Failed Bluff
If you haven't read chapter one please follow the link so you better understand whats going on in the story "Catalina Marie" my eyes grew wide and I bit my lip nervously. She never called me anything other than Catty unless I was in trouble for something, which rarely ever occurred. I racked my brain trying to remember if I had forgotten any of my chores but as is customary when one forgets anything I couldn't remember if I had or not.
By DC Hope4 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Five
Nine: Temptation of Saint Therin The school's hallways are brightly lit with the fluorescent lights that keep the details of the beige stone walls and tile floors ever diligent to their decree of a no nonsense environment. Hallways of empty tile and hollow stone echo even the rustling of a feather as it comes to rest on the ground. Like moat Schools this one was designed with the intent of its students being heard but never seen and so much to that purpose of the easy echolocation, the hollow halls now feed into the anxiety of Manzers position as someone who only wants to escape to the outside world in one piece.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction
Death Dream Dire Wolves: Part Eight
Chapter Fifteen: Promises; Promises Manzer and Beatrice struggle to recover from the intensity of the event that just took place in front of them. The intense blast of energy that had put the both of them on their backs not only affecting their sense of sight but of location as well as they struggle to identify where exactly it is that they rest. It's almost as if someone lit a firework in between them that set a certain boundary into motion, one that comes with dire consequences if ever crossed. Despite the lack of cognitive and visual perceptions the back room of the shop that they are in no longer has light in it to give them any sort of guidance or locational substance. So the two are left to clumsily feel around the room with their hands.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction