Short Story : The Tale Of Adalae : A Story?

Maria, our former maid, came to see us. Sobbing she begged us to come with her to

“Who killed your parents Jackie? What is going on!”, I yelled as I realized I was so out of the loop. This was all too much for one moment. First the gash on her neck and now I find out her parents are dead. I started to wonder if she was crazy, how could they be dead and she just wanted to run away? Something had to be wrong, this could not be happening.

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

Long ago in a land far away there lived there lived a princess. This princess was no ordinary princess. Katerina Petrova had been hidden away for 16 years. Before she born her parents encountered an evil spirit that lived inside of a fire breathing dragon. The dragon ultimately forced her mother to ingest a deadly flower after a long battle with the king. She was on her deathbed but the princess wasn't born yet. Right before her mother's last hour she was successfully born. The princess of the land was saved by a good spirit who promised to always protect her. In order to do so the king had to release Katrina into the custody of the good spirit who disguised herself as a mother figure. She forced Katrina to live in a castle far far away and

Marigold sat up in her bed to see that she was in her room safe from the battle field. She rung the bell, summoning the maid. "Did you see my mother this morning". "No , miss Marigold". "Thank you, please go retrieve my breakfast then" she said waiving the maid off. Marigold sighed.... Mom never has time any more...she always gone making innocent people suffer.

Tears streamed down her face as she choked on her words, “ It’s…. Daisy… she went…”

“Where have you been?” I hear the second I walk through the front door. My hand slowly crept its way across the wall struggling to find the light switch. I turned it on fully expecting to see my Aunt sitting in the living room with her arms cross and a stern look on her face. Instead, I flick it on to see my cousin standing right beside me with a worried look on her face. “I thought something happened when you didn’t come home. The town is so small you couldn’t possibly get lost. So a kidnapping was the only rational solution,” she blurted.

Princess Marigold of Maven remembered these words as if they had been spoken to her yesterday. Her soon-to-be husband from the Palace of Warthorn had gone missing. Marigold now spent her days either talking to Arley, the dragon guard, or sobbing in her room. She loved Arley, but could not tell her father. She would be a disgrace. He wouldn’t understand. Why didn’t anything go her way?

She sobbed inconsolably when they incapacitated him with a Taser, strapped his hands to his body and then hauled him into a white van. She had a huge, long row with mom after that. Mom shouldn’t have believed of what other people think about him, and the report that he had attacked his classmate until his classmate suffered a concussion should never have led to this. But now that she had already been in the same room with him, she didn’t even have a chance to say a word. Something seemed to burden his mind, making him so distant and far. How can I reach him? Adie thought. How much she wanted to hug him and talked to him about small things, like her feeling.

Once upon a time in the old lands of Cotoni there was a kingdom named Shurin. There lived a princess named Marra, whose father was known as the Kind King. Princess Marra was only 14 years old. She had raven black hair, with solid blue eyes, and golden brown skin. Princess Marra would usually be seen wearing dresses that were different shades of blue. She was loved by all the people in her kingdom. But in other kingdoms the princess of Shurin was not so loved. On princess Marra’s voyage back home after visiting their Allies across the sea, her ship was attacked. The enemies of her country left a bomb on her vessel, that destroyed half of her ship. Princess Marra survived the ship sinking with her caretaker Lady Anne. They had jumped into the sea and swam to one of the large pieces of drifting wood. They both climbed on and laid there trying to stay calm as they floated above the cold

"We have destroyed it and we have won that will not change," Dahlia stuttered knowing the outcome. She shoved Daxton forward hoping to save him. An utter pain sliced through Dahlia's gut. She had felt the arms reach around her with a curved dagger and it plunged deep into her organs.

Mara and Viviana heard a loud voice echoing through the hallways of the hospital. They didn’t want to hear it due to the horrific events that have been happening in the hospital. Instead of listening to that terrifying voice, they talked to each other to distract themselves from it. They promised that they wouldn’t leave each other in times of danger. An hour had passed and the twins needed to find a way to get out of the hospital. “Mara,” Viviana

In the story, “Abuelita,” she makes remarks about her neighbor without even getting to know her. She judges someone, because they can’t speak Spanish, without even getting to know her, but soon realizes she has a really kind, caring nature. That has happened to many people before, not just Abuelita, like me and perhaps once even you! Many people, including me have a instinct to not just become friends with the first people they see. In my school, I have lots of friends I can count on and trust in, but let’s zoom back to 5 years ago, when I was a short little “new” girl who didn’t know a single person. I was the shortest in my class and was super lonely. I was even crying and throwing a tantrum at my mom, because I didn’t want to go to this school. I had the first day jitters! But, on my ride home on the massive, spacious, clean bus, I sat across from this girl who had two braids and a fluffy sweater, and a girl next to her with one ponytail and a purple backpack.

“I’m sorry my lady, but the assassin is in Endovier, where she can live with her fellow petty convicts.” Seraphina stepped closer and huskily whispered her reasoning in his ear, before kissing him.

Once upon a time in a dark and forbidden forest there was a Kingdom of fairies, in that kingdom lived a young, beautiful fairy. Her name was Faylinn. Faylinn has many friends her best friend is, Rusalka. Faylinn has deer like antlers she wears a green wooden dress and her eyes are blue. She has her hair up in a bun with twigs and flowers-braided in. Rusalka is a mermaid like sprite, with purple, and blue hair. She has sea shells collected in her hair with a bright green skirt. She has bright hazel eyes and wears a conscience shell around her neck. One day at 12 in the morning, her father the king of the fairies, called in his daughter to be the keeper of the Magical Heart. King Tabitha wished for his daughter, “Faylinn.”