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Untitled Short Story As he watched the streets of Paris, Ewan began to see just how beautiful his city was. Almost as if he were a tourist. He leapt off of the roof of his ten story apartment building. Like some sort of baby bird learning to fly. Ewan landed on the deserted street without a sound. All that could be heard was the slight rustling of the fabric of his clothes.
Ewan began to walk.
As if he were being led by the indecisive whims of the winds. He wound up at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. The massive steel monument casting its shadow on him.
"How long have I been walking...?" he asked himself aloud, his
Keys of The Ancients Part 3I began to stir when the morning sun touched my face, the warm light slowly calling me from my deep and dream-filled sleep. I sat up, yawned and opened my eyes.
Where am I? I looked around. Oh, right. The forest. I stood up and stretched. Where's Draco? And why would he leave behind his things? I looked at his pile of belongings. His clothes were on top of his bag. Odd. I thought and looked up to the tree line. Draco walked out and I quickly looked away from him.
"Why are you naked?" I asked loudly, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Well ya can't bathe in yer clothes, can ya?" he chuckled and walked over to his pile.
"You still scared me ha
Keys of The Ancients Part 2As I strolled through the forest I began to relax. All the pressure that had been weighing me down just melted away. The forest reminded me of my mother. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw where my subconscious mind led me: the clearing my mother always took me to read to me when I was young. I had spent so many countless hours here with her. It was out secret spot. In view of the old, burned down castle. Where my great-grandmother ruled from.
I took my high collared coat off and hung it on a low tree branch. I walked to the center of the clearing. Still the same as it always was. The large stone we always laid on was still in its same spot
Keys of The Ancients Part 1 Sitting on the balcony just off of my bedroom I began to think on my life, and questions began to form. How did I get here? Why did these things happen to me? Am I truly in control of my own life? Questions I suppose everybody asks themselves. I usually try not to dwell on my past, but today was different. I was over-stressed, unhappy, and I was trying to put on a facade for everyone that I had to face each day. Was that a life I liked to live? No, not by any means. But it wasn't always like that... I know that for a fact. But I couldn't seem to remember the times before everything bad started to happen. It all started when I was about ei
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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