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It was a beautiful, early spring morning; the sun has not risen yet so it was still dark. A young woman that had dark brown hair with sea green highlights was out, sitting on the dirt bank of a river, a polluted river. Her eyes held the look of pain as she sated at the river. “How can people do this? I don’t know what to do.” She whispered into the cool spring air. As that thought ran through her head, the look in her eyes went from pain to anger. “Why? What have we ever done to them?” She stood and moved to the river but stopped mid step. There was a heavy weight on her chest, where her necklace was. She looked

CHAPTER TWO “Big brother, why do mommy and daddy hate me?” I looked up at the brother, Scott, with big tears streaming down my face. Scott set his book down and patted the bed next to him. Rubbing my eyes roughly and climbed onto his bed. Scoot turned to face me, “Now why would you think they hate you?” Scot asked, in a much softer voice then many boys would use towards they younger brother. “Because! Mommy never really talks to me, or asked how my day is like she does to you and daddy never plays with me either!” He sighed and looked at me in the eye. “Daniel, I know mommy and daddy don’t al

  Leto was one of the kindest, loving humans and faithful to the gods in all of Greece, so many were shocked to find that her daughter, Sophia, was not. Much unlike her mother, Sophia didn’t think so highly of the gods and goddesses and often spoke out against them to her mother.  Every time she spoke badly about them, her mother would always argue with her about that. Despite what her mother had tried to teach her, Sophia had always said the said the same thing. “They are just bug headed people who are full of themselves and think that because they have powers that we should bow down and worship them.” Her mother had often

Of Time and Death Chapter One Pain. Coldness. Death. Three things I felt as my life slipped away. The cold, shinning silver blade turned and pulled out of my stomach, it was no longer silver, it was now a deep bloody red. Of course it was red from blood, it was my blood. I looked up, looking at the older male that was holding the crimson blade. I choked up blood and forced out, “W-why?” Blood ran like a flowing river out of the wound, dying my shirt red, and fell out of my mouth. Dark spots danced across my vision. “Your… your son… why?” His cold, blank face locked eyes with me. “You may have had

My Last Night Alone You come to me with scars on your wrist You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this I walked to his house, the jacket I wore was torn but it hid my wrist. I knocked on the door; he opened it a few seconds later. “Kamryn?” He saw the tears forming in my eyes and my jacket and pulled me in the house and into his arms. “What happened, Kamryn? You can tell me.” I just came to say goodbye I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine But I know it's a lie I tried to get out of his arms, which he saw and let me go. I looked down at the floor as the tears grew. “Kamryn?” His h

Prologue   The county, Japan had the most wonderful rulers; Queen Elizaveta and her husband King Gilbert. Though the King didn't always take things seriously, he knew that soon he would need to, for her wife was about to another baby.   They had other kids; Yao, Kiku, and Mei, they were having a sister, Amaya. But, Elizaveta got sick, very sick. Instead of looking for a miracle, the people of Japan started looking for a magic, golden flower. The flower had powers that could heal the sick and/or wounded.   While no one from the county could find the flower, there was one who did, Francis Bonnefoy. The man had known about the flower for h

My daughter let out a sharp cry at the sound of another bomb explosion. It was 1941, and the Second Sino-Japanese War was still going on. My husband and my brother were out there, fight in the war while I was in the bomb shelter with our twins. My six year old girl, Ming, was in my arms crying her eyes out into my shoulder while her brother, Yoru, was sitting against the wall next to me, trying to block out the sounds. "M-mommy… why are they doing this? And why can't daddy come home?" Ming sodded out. "I… I don't know, sweetie. I really don't know and daddy will be home soon." 'I hope.' I could never say that out loud, I knew how hard it woul