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Chapter Twenty Didn’t See That Coming The Circular Chamber Maybe an Hour Later “I have to find it for you,” a gruff voice said. My sight came back, diffused, dim—dreamlike. A ghost drifted beside me in a billowy blouse, navy breeches, stockings, and buckled boots. His hair—long and loose and peacock blue—was gathering a lace of dust. He was blurred as ghosts often are, but his voice was clear. Captain McBride, I thought. But that’s impossible. He’s dead, which means . . . I’m dead too? “Don’t fret

Chapter Twenty Didn’t See That Coming The mineshaft’s circular chamber Maybe an hour later “I have to find it for you,” a gruff voice said. My sight came back, diffused, dim—dreamlike. A ghost drifted beside me in a billowy blouse, navy breeches, stockings, and buckled boots. His hair—long and loose and peacock blue—was gathering a lace of dust. He was blurred as ghosts often are, but his voice was clear. Captain McBride, I thought. But that’s impossible. He’s dead, which means . . . I’m dead

Beacon Hills has been considered my home for the past sixteen year of my life. Like every other town you could find in California, there's a store, a hospital, a park, a school; on the outskirts of town, you could find an old church, an apartment complex, a gas station, a police department, and just about anything else that makes up a town. Beacon County resides directly outside of the Beacon Hill Preserve, a large state forest surrounding the west side of town. Here in Southern California, residents

Author's Note: This chapter is a direct hit on bullying and verbally abusing people and celebrities. Please think before you type. I raced across the club, I could feel the sweat trapped inside my fist, my phone bored into the palm of my hand. My eyes searched frantically, my feet carried me in too many directions. I ran up to the bar, "Restroom?" I panted. The burly man pointed to a small door, dimmed in the shadows. I threw open the door with a clash. "Amber," Serenity sniffled on the dirtied

strawberry hair. I wish I could tell you I spent the rest of my life staring at the New Jersey girl who looked as beautiful as California. I wish I could tell you we had children together, running around our backyard with their scabby knees and lemonade hands. I wish I could tell you we took a yearly vacation to the Dominican and that she got drunk every year and made a beautiful fool of herself. But I cant, I didn’t. I wrote a novel about her instead. TABLE OF CONTENTS Chapter I Chapter II Chapter

thirsty." Mavium, was a willowy youth who Nueloo appointed to both playmate and general dogsbody. Nueloo, daughter of Lord Xir'ad of Foxpas, idly swatted him with the supple branch. "Brush your hair—it's kind of ma-ma-messy." Nueloo rolled over on her stomach like the creature of leisure she was. "Brush mine too and get me a drink." Mavium started throwing the balls at Nueloo. "Shut up!" Nueloo jumped to her feet calling, "Dawl." She got a reaction even though she wasn't loud enough to be heard all

Chapter 5: What Th- hfgdhekalfjhqit'shfkdlkrjbnottjvjghfhfjusthdjsofjbhfinfjdhyourhtjgdvkgminduyhfjrof Something wasn't right, and that something was staring me right in the face, literally. I looked down at the book in my hands to be greeted with a creepy image of a cracked mask, which appeared to be blinking with its two misshapen eyes. One of the eyes was short and wide, while the other was tall and skinny. Out of fear, I quickly turned the page to find out that the words had turned into symbols

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The dusty woven curtains at the end of the hall flapped halfheartedly in the breeze. The window was open, letting in any random bug that happened to pass by, since it had no screen. Margery’s doing, probably. She was Queen of the Hot Flashes. Stopping in front of her apartment, I was annoyed to see ketchup smeared under the brass numeral two. Margery was such a slob when she’d been drinking. She’d pick up fast food, but be so bombed that half the time she couldn’t find her

a bolt of lightning. "You will not harm those I love. Especially not her." Narchand bellowed as he erupted into flames. He released his strongest attack and blasted away Strumgar. Strumgar was banished to the starry heaven which bordered the land like a moat. To empty space, still plotting his revenge. Narchand and Jutara eventually created a new race of beings created in their image. Half dragon, half bipedal. Narchand gave them the ability to access their dragon form through an object that they

parents lined the walls of the small room, all squirming in their plastic chairs, excited that they were going to stars in Pankyland the Movie. Except for me, that is. My knees knocked against each other like I had to go to the bathroom, but not because I bubbled inside. This small room felt like they had the AC set on the polar bear setting. I yearned for a jacket. All the other kids held a copy of the movie script and read it to themselves, most moving their lips and mumbling to themselves. Craig