...Epilogue This is the epilogue where I will talk about if could change things in the past what would it have been or what would I have done differently and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. If I could live my life over there would be a lot of things I would’ve changed. But one big thing I would’ve changed is who I choose to be friends with because I have a habit of becoming friends with people who don’t really care about me as a friend and just try and manipulate me which I never even noticed not until like 2 months after they just stop talking to you. I have a couple of really good friends that I’ve known for like 9 years and still great friends with to this day. If I could give my past self advice it would be to be more careful picking...
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...The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bum's face. The bum had said it simply, without expression. But from the sunset far at the end of the street, yellow glints caught his eyes, and the eyes looked straight at Eddie Willers, mocking and still—as if the question had been addressed to the causeless uneasiness within him. "Why did you say that?" asked Eddie Willers, his voice tense. The bum leaned against the side of the doorway; a wedge of broken glass behind him reflected the metal yellow of the sky. "Why does it bother you?" he asked. "It doesn't," snapped Eddie Willers. He reached hastily into his pocket. The bum had stopped him and asked for a dime, then had gone on talking, as if to kill that moment and postpone...
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...“Step son.” Pettigrad tells him bluntly. “Correct, you did mention that to me. So how are you both doing?” “Fine.” “And you young man?” the Captain addresses Pete’. “I like the waves.” Pete’ informs him. “Yes there is nothing like the open sea.” The Captain agrees. “I myself prefer dry land, how much longer do we have?” “We are still a good four days out.” “What do you mean, four days? Are you sure you are taking us straight for my destination or are you on some sort of a sight-seeing joy ride?” Pettigrad grumbles. “I am apologize for the slow going but you are well aware of the rough seas that we have recently encountered. From the forecast we will have smooth sailing for the next three days; we should be able to make up for some lost time.” “I certainly hope so! Come on Pete’ let’s go back and chech on your mother.” The Captain notices the coolness in his voice, “Breakfast will be served soon. Do you wish to dine with us or should I tell them to bring it to your cabin?” “NO. How long? We will dine with you and the crew.” “Around twenty minutes.” The Captain states. “Can we expect the three of you?” “No my wife is still under the weather; I will take something for her after we eat.” Pettigrad is quick to inform. “Should I have them prepare the same as before?” “Yes that will be fine.” The same as before meant oatmeal, two slices of toast, orange juice, freshly squeezed and a bowl of strawberries and cream; along with a large pitcher of ice water and three glasses...
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...The Three Wizards Far in thorn valley sat a small cottage where three wizards were staying. Emily, Axestone and James the youngest. ‘Ouch’ screamed James as Axestone and Emily pulled an iron barb out of his knee. Quiet said Axestone, as he quickly sat up and shielded the three of them with a spell. As soon as they were fully shielded, a buzzing sound met James’ ear and BOOM! the door of Emilie’s house swung open and Gwydion, a wizard, feared by all, leaped onto the mantlepiece and sat there looking James straight in the eye. “Move”, whispered Emily to James, “Why”, replied the boy, “BECAUSE that thing in front of us is a devil”, yelled Axestone. Axestone started summoning a flame out of his hands, but before the flame was summoned fully James clicked his fingers and the demon was blasted out of the room. “JAMES! Why did you do that?”. “To protect us”. “To protect us”, yelled Axestone, “You protected Emily and I all right, but you, you’ve put yourself in more danger than you were before”. “Axestone”? “yes Emily”, “We better get out of here”, “Yeah, and fast” replied Axestone. “James, come pack up your things alright”, “Okay” replied James. Axestone”, murmured James, “Yes” replied Axestone, “Where are we staying”? “No idea”. “No idea”, whispered Emily, “No idea where we are going to stay”. “Well we could go to Mirkwood and find a place there”. “Please be quite whimpered James, I can hear something”. “Let’s be quite repeated Axestone”. “Look Legolas three wizards heading to...
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...Chpt. 1 “There is a window in my attic, where I have gone so many times,” sang young Rose, listening to her favorite song that was on her ipod. Now Rose was not a regular little girl. Her hair had a black/blue tinge to it and she had rose-colored eyes. She had a cat named Lightning, since he had a white underbelly and white paws, the rest of him was a stormy black with spots of white which made him look gray. “Rose!” her father called. “Just a minute!” Rose replied, ripping her earphones out of her ears and stashing them in their safe spot. Just as she was going out her room door, she remembered that she needed to get her notebook. This notebook was the first one she had ever owned. She had to always put new pages in it so that she could keep writing and drawing in it. Rose never went anywhere without it because she considered it bad luck and she couldn’t record things without it. It was covered in soft velvet almost like the color of her eyes and had emeralds studded around the outer rim. Rose threw herself down the stairs in seconds. Her father was in the kitchen cooking lunch and had called Rose to help. Lightning, being a kitten, bounded his way down the stairs, thinking that he wanted to help too. There were only three living in Rose’s house, her father, Rose, and Lightning. They lived in a town, but the town was so small it was considered a village. The village had little huts for its occupants to live in; the huts did not look like huts because they were carved out of...
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...When it all first started. The giver gave me special memories of love, strength,sadness and i realized everything was sameness. But now i'm here. Out of my community. In the wild with all the memories back to to people. I'm in a christmas hut in the middle of the soft snowy mountains with light shining everywhere. “Gabe wake up where here in safety” jonas whispered in a nice and slow voice. Gabe is half asleep and half awake trying to wake up gently and slowly. All of a sudden some kind of alarm starts to ring. Gabe starts to cry to the top of his lungs. Jonas knew gabe was going to calm down so he started searching for the beeping object. After all of the hiking and walking he didn't realize the beeping noise was in his pockets. He found a small rectangular shape object with a button in the middle. The Giver's face pops up. “ Jonas i need your help right now!” the Giver yelled. “Why” Jonas responded as he didn’t know what's going on too much. “You'll see just come. A plane is on your way. Good luck...Oh and by the way this object is called a phone” “ok i'm coming”. Jonas asked the family to keep gabe for a while until he comes back to the hut. Jonas takes three bags of food and take a few clothing and 3 litres of water and went off with his bike.He barely got enough water but he made it to the plane that was ready for him. Already one week has past and Jonas made it to the community. First things he did is he went to his family's house.Lily saw me as she can’t believe it...
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...Epilogue : The Truth After being visited by the spirits, Scrooge changed his ways and donated a big amount to charities. Some of the money went to his clerk, Bob Cratchit, and his family. “God bless everyone,” cried Tiny Tim. After Scrooge’s personality changed, Tiny Tim wondered what made Scrooge change that night; Everyone in the town wondered, too. Scrooge always replied by saying it was a Christmas miracle. After a day of complete happiness, Scrooge hopped into bed and fell asleep. He dreamt of all the smiling faces he helped that Christmas day. Suddenly, he awakes from a cold winter breeze. I don’t recall leaving my window open thought Scrooge. He stares at the window blankly. “You are correct Scrooge, I did,” says a woman that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She was wearing a simple, but beautiful lace dress. “Do you not recognize me?” asked the woman, “I suppose you wouldn’t, for you only saw me as a child.”...
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...Papyrus leaned back on the wooden board of his house. Each passing second he steadily becoming more and more nervous, only the spaghetti-scented wood polish smothered all over the house calmed his nerves. 'Yep, things should run smoothly, I have everything planned out!' "Yo Papyrus!" "H-human?!" His skull jerked right. "...oh, it's just you." Sans smiled, ending his walk on the first step. "I think I'll be staying in bed today, I'm running a femur." "SANS!" "I can't fool you, after all, you see right through me." "OH MY GOD SANS-wait, I hear the human coming!" Sans wasn't too surprised Papyrus already grown acute to sounds the human usually made, his hand relaxed on the bronze doorknob. "You don't think he'll be upset when he finds out we have no ramen, do you?" "What do you mean? Ramen is just spaghetti in a pork broth, and we have tons of that!" "Right." As Sans opened the door to go inside, the human walked up to Papyrus, his face was happy, happier than he'd never seen before. "Papyrus! Where're we going to eat?!" "The best place in the entire town-" Papyrus took Naruto by the hand and dragged him all the way to the library and back. "-My House!" Date Status: Start! Date LV: 9001 The inside of Papyrus' house was pretty average compared to Naruto's expectations, sure they had a purple-blue chevon carpet but other than that, it was your typical couch, TV, end table, gigantic portrait of a bone set up. Naruto took off his ice adorned sandals before entering in...
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...Sophia found herself worried about the image she had chosen as Hale looked it over. He was taking a great deal of time, zooming in and out, debating things. At least that was what he seemed to be doing. It made her wonder if she had made the wrong choice. Was it to bold, was it crossing a line? Had she read the whole situation wrong? Inwardly she flailed, but on the outside she sat there quietly waiting to see what his response would be. Granted she sat there holding her breath the whole time. All the while mentally preparing himself for what would no doubt be the gentlest rejection any woman had ever heard. But to her surprise as Hale spoke he didn't reject her, he didn't try and sooth her ego or correct her train of thought. No instead he went with it and described a scene that made parts of her ache. Not simply in a sexual way, but in a a girl felt as she was being made to feel like a woman for the first time. He didn't shy away from what he saw, in that moment she was just that nerd girl his daughter hung out with. In that moment she was a woman he craved, a woman sexual and aware. A elegant, graceful and honestly beautiful example of femininity. "I've never had anyone make me sound so beautiful and sexy before." Sophia admitted with a shy smile. Sophia blinked as Hale explained how long the henna tattoo would take to paint on her skin. She hadn't thought of the timing really, and almost felt bad for her choice now. But those feelings left her the moment Hale held out...
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...Jisung stood awfully close to the glass that separates him and the creature. He stared at the red-orange furred animal, and it stared right back. When the creature starts wagging it's tail, he grins in excitement and unconsciously starts bouncing on his heels while leaning closer to the glass. Later, he feels hands firmly holding him on his shoulders and looks up, the grin never leaving his face. "Appa!" His father laughs at his adorable, squeaky voice; his signature eye smile showing. "Hi, kiddo. What're you doing?" The man asks, crouching to meet his beloved son's eye level. "He just told me his name!" Jisung squeals while pointing at the creature, and Jimin looks over at him. "Oh really? What is it?" Jimin asks, eyes not leaving the fox. "It's Mino!" "Mino.." "Appa, can we let him out? He said he's sad because he misses his family.." The boy pouts cutely, and Jimin chuckles, gently stroking his hair. "Sorry, buddy. But we can't do that. What if Mr. Police comes and catch us? You don't want that, do you?" Jisung shakes his head vigorously, and Jimin smiles. He looks back at the fox who's staring at him, and his smile turns into a sad one. Sorry, buddy. Good luck. The fox looks away, it's ears drooping. "Jisungie!" "Taetae samchon!" The two's loud voice pulled Jimin out from his trance and he looks over to see his best friend, picking up his child and spinning him around. "Aigoo~ Who's my favorite nephew~?" "Samchon, I'm your only nephew." Jimin smiles at their interaction...
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...ask some few questions from their mother because the future looks scary. Knock come in queen Isabel replied, she saw their faces was not smiling she curious ask them, my daughter, what is the matter and they two bursted in tears. Queen Isabel ran to pet them and gave them a reason to smile. She told them, I will take you to where your father loves to take you to during his days for relaxation. Thank you mom, but with a covered pain in their heart. The echoes of ebb” Johnson’s uses its power of influence to convince the lawmakers to see the reason why he is the best fit for the throne in OPIELO. Johnson’s ambition drives him crazy and begins to give the elders quality fund to buy their honors and integrity and support their decision in favor of him. Queen Isabel compromised her stand. Since the pressure is too much on her. There is a limit to pressure everyone can face”. She was willing to give herself to Elder Moses, “the leader of the lawmakers, who was a great friend to King Titus during his days, hmm! True friends are discovered in term of pains. who also one of the elder’s amidst the Amish family. But despite all the pleading in tears Queen Isabel tried to convince him and his Co- elders about the throne He insisted that the only solution is to feel what the king has been enjoying throughout his days. Hmm! What a great evil that reside in the heart of man. On her way going, there was a message from the spirit of her husband, “Isabel saw a ghost sitting right beside her...
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...In under a minute, when we moved forward again, the two pikemen crossed their long pikes barring our entry. The older of the two, a mountain of a man in his forties said, “State your reason for entry.” Scratch stepped forward, all business like with his hand on his sword hilt, “We are here at the High Lord’s invitation to take an escort contract.” Julie gave me a glance, we could see that the sergeant’s words had impressed the two men. Both of their stern faces melted. “I don’t recognize the livery,” the younger guard stated, conversationally. “The Lady of Truth’s special detachment, commanded by Lord Solon,” Scratch answered, extending an arm to point at me. “We call ourselves The Wolves.” Obviously, believing the sergeant, the older guard tilted his head at me and lifted his polearm. “You may pass. Good day to you my lord.” We marched passed the two pikemen; however, before they were out of my keen earshot I heard the younger solider ask, “Ever seen pink skinned people before?” The older guard promptly answered, “Never. They are short and ugly, I say.” The younger guard laughed before attending to some merchants and artisans. Just beyond the gate a couple of cudgel bearing peacekeepers sat on wooden chairs, feet crossed in indifference, probably on the lookout for runaway slaves. “Constables,” a man in the ranks muttered, spitting in the street. If the peacekeepers heard him they didn’t show it. On the other side of the thick-walled gatehouse the sun light kissed Julie’s face...
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...The Start Long ago, there was a legendary mage under the name of Wolfgang. He built The Academy to teach young mages to help protect the world at large, and he created guardian seals to keep his pupils safe. There were several threats to The Academy, but Wolfgang would protect it at any cost, even with his life. Do you think Accius has anything to do with this? Of course he does. He is one of the rare people who got to learn at The Academy. Wolfgang chose only the best of the best to teach. After strengthening Accius to the max, he sent him to another realm on a mission. The Guardians were corrupted by an unknown source, and he had to renew the seals, because they were wearing down. After exploring this new world and renewing most of the seals, Accius met the source of this evil. He was at the entrance of the dungeon, and there was an odd sigil of a legendary beast. A humanoid creature was laughing a maniacal laugh that contained no humour, and he was dressed in a blue robe. The sigil seemed to be on fire, and this creature seemingly drained it. The sigil exploded violently, and the cultist—how should I say it?—levitated about a metre from the ground. He charged up a frosty blast. “Why are you trying to kill me, you lunatic?” cried Accius. The Lunatic released the blast. It surprised Accius and hit him. After being thrown, it made several other icy projectiles. He went to his already built platform arena and The Lunatic followed, shooting oddly perfectly round homing fireballs...
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...Fergus rode his charger, his army traveling behind him, toward a war with an enemy that the men had never seen. Fergus himself had only seen them in a mirror. Still, he recognized them when he saw the waterspirits before him. Humanoid figures rose from the water of the Pellior River. “You have nerve showing yourself in my kingdom! I told you many years ago that your kind is not welcome in Sirle!” “You forget that your queen, and now your son, is one of our kind!” “We spoke of this already! You cannot have him!” Fergus wanted to ride his charger over them but he knew it had no chance of harming them. “Your son cannot move past our reach and the star-burst cup will be ours!” “My son will never help you! You'll never even lay eyes on that cup!” “How do you think you'll get it? Send out your son?” “Craten Ysig will give the star-burst cup to me.” “Craten Ysig can hardly even look at you. His loyalty is to his brother and his island.” “You think you can win the young sorcerer over with water and words?” Fergus let the scorn in his voice shine through clearly. “Craten Ysig is not our concern, Ian of Sirle is,” the waterspirits sang. “Ian can retrieve the star-burst cup and use it against you. We don't even need to force or trick him. He hates you so much that he will do what we ask without any goading.” “You've tricked my son and stolen him away but he is more prepared than you think.” The waterspirit laughed. “No one in Sirle imagined that Ian would ever take your place. You never...
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...“Crawford, come here for a second,” Coach said. We were only a couple of weeks into softball. I had no idea why he wanted to talk to me. I started walking and the closer I got the hotter and red I could feel my cheeks getting. “Yes, Coach?” I asked “The other coaches and I have been talking. We think that you should become a left-handed bunter.” My heart started to speed up even more. I wanted to say no, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t let down the person that I was trying to impress the most down. So without a second thought. I said “Yes.” That’s when it all began. Going to practice all hot and sweaty from weight lifting a few minutes before. This was the first full day of practice I would get to bat left-handed. It started to frustrate me because I couldn’t get the hang of it. I felt like I was back in tee ball and hitting the pole that the ball sits on over and over again. I thought to myself just cry and give up you're not any good. That’s when I could feel my lip start quivering I knew that I didn’t want to cry, but I almost couldn’t hold it back. I didn’t even know what I wanted to cry about more, letting Coach down, that I’m not good enough, or even just the embarrassment. Two weeks after practicing left handed things started getting easier with the hand work. Coach came over to me, “Your feet work has stayed the same and now that you are getting the hang of swinging. We are going to start teaching you lefty footwork. It’s not too much harder.” He showed me...
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