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The Dracona Society Ch1
Three people, a raven haired young woman, a blonde one that appeared to be slightly older, and a blonde teenage girl, all ran to the end of a hallway. To their right was a simple wooden door, to their left and in front of them, a wall. "Where's..." the raven haired one started. "I've hidden him. Give me Astrid, I'll protect her too." The teen said.
"No,no I can't." The raven haired said. "This. Is. Happening. Anne. Give Astrid to Tarine." The older blonde said to Anne. "There they are!" Someone shouted. "Now, Anne!" the older blonde said.
"Take them to their father," "There's not enough time to take them both! One will have to live with never knowing!" The older said. Anne reluctantly handed the child she had been holding close over to Tarine. As soon as Astrid was in her arms, Tarine ran past the soldiers that had been coming her way. Before they could grab her she disappeared through a door and into a hidden passage way.
"Where did she go
The Black Bullets Ch. 5I sat down next to the mark and said, “What’s up, Peirce? Haven’t seen you in a while.”
Peirce took one look at me, took a sip from his drink and asked, “What happened to your leg?”
“What happened to your arm,” I said, annoyed.
“Want a drink,” he asked, dodging the question.
“You’re not going to say ‘Hi’ to an old friend,” I asked, “You’re so evil.”
I got him to chuckle. “It’s been awhile. I heard you were in jail.”
“Eh, I had connections to get out of there early.”
“And your p
Island Above the Sea i don't need your saving devices,
i'm fine, you see, i'm defined by
the brand of slants you call words
- a name
so you can keep me close;
a barcode to identify me.
"who are you today?"
my head is split, maybe open,
but i'm hoping that you can fix it
since this world became
where trends turn into
floods of addiction.
intoxicate me with your tidal
fluids - i can drown in this
liquid riddle of hateful
my body is infected by the septic
you planted in me.
transplanted tides rush through my mind
turning timed thoughts to mush.
'why am i falling in this ocean?