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  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I walked into the guild, exhausted and limping just a little. Still, the usual whispers followed me. “Is that Megara? Yeah! Megara? Really? She’s like the best demon hunter the guild has ever seen! She’s almost never here though. Why does she wear those funny glasses? She wasn’t born with th...
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    You’ve never heard of me, but I know you’ve heard of my dear friend, Carlos Juarez. You know, the artist? The young genius who was hired to turn the White House into a giant, single patriotic mural? The kid who was hailed as better than Van Gogh at the age of eleven? The teenager who carved a ne...
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    My father glances up from his book as I walk into the kitchen. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, reading as always, with a bagel covered in Nutella on a plate beside him and chocolate milk in a glass. Dad, just like me and Mom, has a real thing for chocolate. Mom is standing at the counter, pouri...
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    I saw her only three times, though it took until the third to recognize her for what truly she was. The first time, I was eight years old. My family had driven all the way to the lake, and my father commanded me to stay away from the dock because he refused to teach me to swim today, since we nee...
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    In my long life, I have learned many things. Like seriously, a lot. However, one of my more amusing misadventures stands as the time I learned to NEVER EVER listen to Loki when he says “Let’s go check out the ancient Mayan temple!” No, never agree to go, even when he adds, “There’s a treas...
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    To the passersby, she seemed a strange woman, perhaps a fairy from a dream, with her long blond curls and elfish features. And yet, her deep sapphire eyes shone, not with mischief, but with sadness, longing and pain. A fairy tale princess locked in tower. No, she could never be a princess, for princ...
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    I took a slow, deep breath before I knocked on the door. The year was 1213 and I was just barely three hundred years old, hardly an adult in warlock terms. Lucian Blackrock, my current master and adopted father, taught me all that he knew, and wanted to send me off so that I could learn even more an...
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    Early summer, warm, but not too warm, green leaves on trees. Birds sing happily, telling all about their lives. I begin to speculate about what they might be saying as I lay on the ground in the clearing, listening to Duke play his little flute. He pauses for a moment at the end of a song. “ Enco...
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    I am not what you call a normal teenage girl. My dear friend, Willow Herona, is a warlock whom I met when she asked me to write her biography by showing up in my house at two in the morning. We speak often so that I can get her input on my transcriptions, and once she asked to meet in person. I said...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Pen, ink, paper Pencil, desk, lamp Late into the night Writers block is a beast Puzzling, thinking, wondering, page turning As dawn comes, like a light bulb coming on An idea! Genius strikes. Scribbling, writing, scrawling As fast as I can My hand starts to hurt I get my computer and trans...
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    I faced the house and sighed. The white sign on the sidewalk next to me read: Araman Plantation House, Library and Museum. This place looked neither like a library, nor a museum. More like a haunted house in daylight. The sidewalk I stood on was cracked, the front porch sagged painfully, the origina...
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    The wind blows through the wasted trees, full of snow and mystery. Down the path it seems to lead us, down to where the Dryads sleep. Birds start overhead and we begin to wonder if we are in fact supposed to be here. Crows squawking, flapping, causing snow to fall on our unsuspecting heads. Still th...

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