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Trail of Breadcrumbs Chapter 3Chapter 3
Tela walked up to Sarge and waited until he was done speaking to one of the older demons and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and smiled wide, his white fangs reflecting the moonlight. "Ahh Tela I have been waiting for you. Did she pass?" "Yes, in fact she did amazing I-" She was interrupted by Loon running up and hugging Sarge tight. They both looked surprised at her and Sarge pushed her away gently.
"Loon couldn't you tell I was in the middle of a conversation?" Loon stamped her foot and glared over at Tela. "Yes I saw! And I cannot believe you are talking to this horrible person!" Tela looked over at Sarge confused and he
Vengeance KissChapter 1
I was staring at the wall concentrating on following the cracks in the wall when the bell snapped me back to reality. I grabbed my books and shuffled like the rest of the kids to the door. Once in the hallway we spread out a little but we are still clumped together like sardines. Walking down the hallway is like driving. Going forward you stay to the right, heading towards the lockers you stay to the left. Normal like every other day except for the shooting.
Let's back up and begin by introducing myself. My name is Zena Johnson and I live in a single parent home with my father. My mother is somewhere up north in Washington while w
Trail of Breadcrumbs Chapter 2Chapter 2
Mitch landed besides the river and folded his wings in carefully so he would not get them tangled together. He looked around the camp, his eyes resting on Kash. How ignorant the world is, he thought to himself. Most people simply make decisions based on looks but for example Kash, who looks like a young man who just graduated and looks so alive, is being trained to control his thirst for blood and to hone in on his killer instinct. Mitch looked around once again amused by the thought of how some freak shows are just makeup and tricks.
Unlike other carnivals, this one was real; it had real people with gifts ands real demons. Mitch
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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