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Medved' Beis II- Chapter 2It was almost frightening to Kaelin how easy returning to her old life as a humble seamstress was, working for room and board in the home of the Vienn family. She thought some part of last summer’s ordeal had changed her, ideally for the better. Perhaps she'd learned to stand up for herself against the judgmental girls she lived with, or be more confident in her abilities as a budding artist. Instead, with the darkness of winter came a stagnation and a compliancy that seemingly slipped Kaelin into a winter sleep along with the Medved’ Beisov.
When spring arrived, with all its tumultuous implications, Kaelin hoped to see a return to the vibrancy and tenacity that had saved her life when bargaining for it last year. Instead she was gripped with doubt, fear, and a crippling disappointment in herself.
After her self-reflective conversation with Matilda by the well, Kaelin found a part of herself tentatively returning to the light. Her father, the possibility of seeing him again
Holding Collette: Chapter ThreeHolding Collette: Chapter Three
Several weeks went by and the two continued to text back and forth. Dallas was nervous that by admitting he was lonely that the stranger would stop talking to him, but the following morning his heart was set at ease as he turned on his phone to see if Collette had texted him back.
I’m lonely too. So much that I bet you couldn’t even understand.
He wanted to sing. This girl…she hadn’t laughed at him or told him to cheer up. For weeks, even days after his mother had passed so many of his friends had told him to get over it or understand that death is simply another part of life. Like he didn’t know that. But it was one thing to preach and listen, it was quite another to go through such a hardship. Collette’s answer had pleasantly surprised him, and even his father had asked him, “what the hell are you smiling about?” when he saw him a few days later.
It was ama
FirePalmThis is one of my first GT stories- it's OK- I think it has potential but we'll see. SO- Firepalm- what is that? It's the ability to shoot fire from her palms of course! the only issue is the main character, Esmeral has this ability, but because she is so young, she has not had time to control her power.... Now, Firepalm is a condition passed on from generation to generation, and only a few percent of people are born with it.
Anyway, Esmeral soon finds herself trapped in a world of Giants- a world where humans are extremely rare and are considered prized pets only the wealthy can afford. i don't want to spoil anymore- hope you enjoy it!
"Esmeral! Dear, you left the fire extinguisher in the trunk!"
I jumped and turned around. My tiny five-foot tall grandmother was shuffling towards the house with her little feet with her giant red purse in her jittering hands.
"Oh! Sorry!" I gasped. I rushed over to the car and carefully opened the trunk. I stared sadly at the red cy
Night Life: Chapter 9Nick entered the empty apartment bearing an armful of groceries. An unspoken rule in his family stated that everyone took turns stocking up the pantries and fridge when things started running low. He guessed it was his parents' alternative to him paying rent, which he didn’t mind.
Dreading going to his room, he put away the groceries at a snail-like pace, organizing and aligning products with a care he normally wouldn't bother. As he did so, he rehearsed over and over in head what he was going to say to Ziana. As he had woken up that morning, he'd decided it wasn't doing either of them any good to be mad at each other. It would wound his pride to be the one to apologize, but maybe it would make her have a little more faith in his intentions. Or maybe it would just make her laugh scornfully at him. Either outcome sounded better than silently hating each other.
When there were no more groceries to put away, Nick leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand
A New Addition Part TwoMadison could feel her eyelids drape over her eyes like curtains; they were so heavy and felt so weak. She could feel herself surrounded in an environment of darkness that is until a sudden bright light shined upon her, hurting her weak and exhausted eyes. As a reflex, Madison opened her eyes but instantly shut them, raising a slow and steady hand in front of her face, stopping the light from blinding her. But holding her hand up, Madison noticed its ghostly pale color and how hard it was shaking.
Madison could feel a quiet gasp be breathed from her mouth. Where was she? What was going on? Why did she feel so weak and feeble as if she were some senior citizen? Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"What are you doing?" The voice asked with a stern but curious tone.
"What?" Madison questioned, looking around her at her surroundings. Apparently, the only thing that was glow
The Little Things in Life: Ch. 15There is a slight warning: if you want to know it just keep scrolling down to look at the author's note. If not, enjoy!
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Jason snapped up out of his seat, knocking the bowl of popcorn to the floor. His face paled as he rushed to the bathroom. He prayed that she would be alright. He fought the urge to vomit as he secured her to the roof of his mouth; he swallowed the remaining liquid. His tongue could feel her heart dangerously race and thud against her ribcage, a small salty taste dripped on the base on his tongue.
She was crying. He realized that. He fought stinging in the back of his own eyes. He could hear her small whimpers.
He locked the door and turned to the mirror. He opened his jaws wide, revealing the small girl. Carefully he moved his tongue, pushing her toward the opening of his mouth. Each movement tasting her. His open mouth started to salivate just by having something in his jaws.
He felt sick. Not only because someone he cared a
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 3Snow fell with a soft, ceaseless hiss outside Terenti’s cabin door, where he stood with his hand on the scruff of his dog Dimoka's neck. His fingers clutched the dark brown fur tightly, holding Dimoka fast as the animal strained against him, sniffing the thin morning air. Normally, Terenti would let his dog go and track down whatever had aroused her curiosity, but something was different. Something was wrong.
“You smell something strange, don’t you Dimoka?” Terenti whispered, just barely louder than the snakelike murmurs of wind and snow.
Dimoka whined in response, twisting in an attempt to free herself, before she suddenly froze and pricked her ears.
Somewhere out in the white forest, distant, faint, and eerie as anything Terenti had ever heard, came the rumble of thunder.
Or... was it voices?
Terenti was all too aware of how far he was from any other people. It had taken him three days to get to this rugged hut from his central cabin, which was itself a two da
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