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Chapter 3 I automatically close up into a ball, my grey skin and mossy hair making me look like a small stone. I open one eye. The light is so bright.
The flying chubby man removed my blindfold and standing around me where the three people. "Hello, Jay. Do you know why you are here?" said the purple haired girl. "Nope." I said.
Ok, it has been nearly two days since that three men situation and I just cant stop thinking about how that man could just magically make a fire-electric thing come out of his hand and just...
When she got to the meadow, she started searching for the herbs. She found a few bags worth. It might fetch her around 10 coins at the market. Just in case, she searched some more.
Rosie ran outside, into the snow. As she ran, all of her worries flew away. It fell, glittering gently to the ground. Rosie reached out to touch it.
The psychologist's office does not seem to belong to the kind of man who would allow a underage citizen to make an appointment.
I've already posted bits of this story, but I realised that I never actually posted the end. So, I decided to post the whole thing in four or three parts, and, well, here's the first one.
This is an entry for the young writers household competition. Hope you like it. ;) This was the night that all my dreams came true. Hi. I'm Hannah and I love dogs!.
The mist on the floor completed the creepy scene. The cold air. The dead trees. My dark brown hair that was dark, but not almost black.
Mum places her few bags filled with market merchandise in the kitchen On the work surface.
"Ugh...Mmm... Oww, man..." It took him a few moments for his eyes to open, and then a few more to understand where he was. It seemed that Alex was inside a wooden hut of some sorts.
I finish my breakfast and walk out the door. My mom doesn't even say goodbye to me. Not even a good luck. I just don't get it. Why do I have to go back into the arena?. It's not fair. I clearly won.
Chapter 4 In the middle of the night The moon’s pale light spilled into the darkened office.
As promised, I present you with the first chapter of my Hunger Games Fanfiction. I haven't come up with a good name yet, but I'll tell you when inspiration strikes.
Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Aerie.
“Why the hell did you break Sophie’s arm?!” Screeched Esme in a soft voice trying to keep quiet; presumably trying to not wake me. “I didn’t do it on purpose” said a boy who I guessed was Taylor.
Hot and black coffee. That was all i need. The cold was attacking to my skin while i was walking through the subway and my coffee was like a hero to me.
Heyder, I'm Alicya. I'm Chrys' friend. At least I think I'm his friend; it's hard to tell sometimes. Enough about that boy, for that is all he is, no matter how godlike he appears.
"what do we have here then " a menacing,spine chilling voice sneered. Every muscle in jacob's body was paralyzed with fear ,and his rasping breaths were beginning to get scarce.
It was dark now. Lois and Edward were as usual sitting in their office chairs asleep. Now was my chance if I ever wanted to escape. I walked over to the edge of my bed.
I was crying as Lois pushed me back into my cell. "Your a fool Ally thinking you were going to be leaving this place today!" Edward said. Boy was I mad.
The tedious, dry, and cracked ground is difficult to shove a rake into, and after many tries of beating the spokes into the soil it gives in and is shoveled down beside me, revealing fresh dirt for...
When my head hit my pillow, I was out like a light. My mind was still going through and reliving what had happened earlier that day.
Olivia opened up the book.