The morning the witch decided to shed her skin like a lizard and become someone else, she prepared by

We can hear our own thoughts. We call them thoughts because they only happen inside our brains. They do not affect others, unless they are turned into actions.

Antarctica. That’s where I’ll find love?

Today came faster than I thought that it would. Noah and Jackson packed the very last box into the moving truck and chatted while I sat in the passenger seat of Jackson's K-5. Jackson must have seen my anxiety, because he waved Noah off and sat in the truck beside me.

I miss them. . .Lulu and Jackson have been gone for six whole months. There have been so many storms. I hate storms. Usually, Jackson and Lulu will comfort me, but I'm alone. Maybe I deserve this. Jackson's voice rang in my ear. "How have you been, D?" He asked.

I remember he was here once, I remember a time we'd never bow to TRAITORS I remember a time where those of us who fought the good fight would win and evil would loose but, I remember, was he as good and Heroic as we remember him or were we the true enemies to the el-da-rin people

He tried putting me into bed, but I groaned, telling him I wasn't tired. "What's the problem?" He finally asked, huffing at me. "I. . Don't want to miss you. I mean, you're being deployed and leaving in the morning. That's the earliest you've ever left before." I sniffled.

Eirin screamed while tears ran down her face. 'Help...Please'. Another nightmare. She gets these often. James was asleep beside her, but didn't hear her. What a heavy sleeper. Her nails dug into her arms as she continued screaming. Only now did James wake up. (what does he do?)

I had been troubled by nightmares for weeks. Each night was the same strange images followed by a warning delivered by talking deer. A car tumbling down a hill. A truck sliding sideways down the highway above the pass. A man without eyebrows laughing. “BEWARE!” said the deer.

Peter Pop painfully picked powerful peppers, panting & perspiring. As the narrator it's my duty to inform you, fellow writer, that Peter was cursed to live a life ruled by sentences primarily consisting of words starting in P. He longed to be free from this nightmarish curse.

After two months, she was there again beside him. He hadn't seen her since but he didn't mind. Work has been keeping him busy. She smiled at him, moving over. "The sky waits for us." Her voice is soft and calm. The sun slowly setting in front of them. The streets empty. Just them

Mark and nick and leo look at demon and both of them pall out their sword.

The fire raged as Caroline stood near the curb in ripped and bloody clothing; leaning on the mailbox for support. Sirens blared in the distance and her mind went back to how this all started some 12 hours ago when…

Lilliana, despite her petite size, finished the enormous apple pie in record time. She got up to accept her prize when, at the last moment, a caped figure leapt onstage and grabbed the trophy.

The Millers lived in an ordinary house, on an ordinary street, in an ordinary town. They even had an ordinary (ish) dog called Fluffy, but the Millers weren't an ordinary family - oh no. They had one specific trait that made them different:

He drew deep black squiggles in his notebook. No one could find out that he was infected, that he was now one of 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. The squiggles grew larger and now resembled an all-consuming spiral. If someone found out, he was screwed. This was serious.

It was her! The woman he had dreamed about for three long years. His heart beat so loud in his chest he worried everyone in the room could hear it. How could this be? He had created her in his own lucid dreams to combat the loneliness he had experienced while he was at war.

The Underground City of Yumaria was a sight to see, if only if it hadn’t been so filthy as it was. It was common though, at least for some people to have the dirt from the surface rain down upon them and the streets due to the trolleys from the higher district which ran between

Now class, today we’re going to be learning about 7th normal form. In order for our data to be in the 7th normal form, it must already be in the 6th normal form and have every perceivable column as a separate table. Blah blah blah the teacher’s words faded away. “Psst! Let’s go!”

As she unwrapped each gift, Tessa thought about Carlos, and all the things that led to this exquisite wedding shower. How had she—a barista from Albuquerque—ended up in the lap of luxury?

The misty streets were empty as he walked to work that morning.

Prologue Thunder was rolling off in the distance, rain pelted the ground. Ebonyfur could hardly see through the dense rain. She blinked as thick icy raindrops clouded over her eyes, making it incredibly hard to see.

Joe puts a pizza into the oven, and he has a gun (I don't know why). It was this really cool gun that could shoot five hundred rounds with only a few! Truly a technological marvel to be wielded, and by such a simple man! We mortals can only imagine the kind of power he possesses!

When I got laid off earlier this year I initially thought my life was over. Without a stable job and income, I figured that I was screwed for the foreseeable future. What I didn't realize, however, was that I now had many hours a day to spend on my hobbies, such as

I’ve done it. I’ve secured the last Seasonal Goat Cheese Lover’s collection from the local creamery just in time for Christmas. It’s $50, but it’s worth it. At last, my spouse will know how much I still adore her and her penchant for the cheese of goats. Perhaps,

Josh paced back and forth. He had never felt more nervous in his life. He knew Olivia loved him, but would she be ready for marriage? He felt in his pocket for the fifth time that afternoon, as if the ring would have magically disappeared while he was waiting for her.

"No!” I shouted. “You can’t leave! Not now!” But my cries were barely audible over the roar of the sirens. My vision was blurred by tears. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to run after the ambulance and tell the doctors that he would be okay, but I knew he wouldn't.

Once there was a handsome man named Link. He is known as the hero of time and was reborn a million times in a different body but still looked nearly identical. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is white skinned. One morning Link woke up in the 2000’s to someone calling to him

I can’t stop thinking about the boy next door. He moved into town a few weeks ago and hasn’t said one word to me. He seems to live by himself and doesn’t talk much. I often see him playing with his golden retriever in his front yard or reading on his porch while the sun sets.

Keisha's mom always left a punny note in her lunch. "Hope your day is GRAPE!" "Have a FLANtastic day!" "You're 1 smart COOKIE!" Keisha would read the notes, smile to herself, then hide them in her pocket, hoping no one would tease her about them. One day she got a note that read