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The Dracona Society Ch3Fira turned around and looked at a boy her age with eyes just like hers. His hair was black and skin tanned. "Who are you?" Fira asked, narrowing her eyes at the stranger. "My name is Diego, who are you?" "Fira, nice to meet you." Fira said sarcastically. "You aren't from here are you?" Diego asked before Fira had the chance to turn and walk away. "I could show you around." "No thanks..." "Your clothes stick out too much, you need something else to wear. I can bring you to the market," Fira looked at him. He was dressed simply, in a long sleeved, old white shirt and brown pants. He was barefoot too. "Fine, maybe you can buy a pair of shoes too." said Fira. "I have plenty, back on the ship." Diego said, pointing to his left. Off in the distance, there was a harbor. There was a line of sails along the shore, many different ships. Some were anchored in the open water and others were actually floating above everything. "Whoa," "There's more, come on." Diego said, walking away. Fira
Inspired Stories - Lost and Found
She ran into the door at full speed, bouncing off it painfully as her hands fumbled for a handle that wasn't there. The door was in fact boarded over, with some meaningless words stamped on the wood. She turned and her hand found the tree, she took a hold of it to steady herself and rested her other hand on her knee looking back the way she came. She was out of breath and lost, but it did seem her pursuers were some distance behind.
"What the fuck do they want?" She whispered.
She heard the heavy boots pounding on the pavement. Ignoring the stabbing pains in her side she straightened. After only a moments hesitation she turned and ran on. S
CursesCurses are tricky business. They are all to willing to turn around and bite the hand which cast them. Not many people realised that, even among those who tried to sell them. I sold them once, well I never really sold them I sold the shadow of them. Many people were willing to accept a few mouthfuls of mumbo jumbo and a handful of rats eyes. I knew how to do the real thing as well, but why trouble yourself when fake suited just fine. Then it happened.
The bell on the door clanked and I looked at the carefully disguised mirror in the corner. As always I was sitting with my back to the door, but I had my tricks. I made a show of staring into my
Inspired Stories - Child of Nature"The mermaids had been a secretive race, shying away from humans whenever possible. They were smart enough to avoid oil spills and to stay out of range of the ship's radar system. It seems they must have understood our technology, but there was never any evidence found that they had their own parallel technology. They lived with nature, as nature. They didn't manipulate of shape their environment, they simply passed through, a ghost of the sea currents, another creature eating from the reefs. It became hard for them when the reefs became tourist attractions, but still they were never seen. They did their best when garbage began to clog their oceans with hard rubbish, but that did dwindle. It was the unseen which killed them and thus finally brought them to our attention. By then it was much to late. They were such beautiful creatures and we killed them as easily as
Cardz Episode 01: From Beginning...Note: Written during my final year of high school, this – for all its potential – still remains one of the most embarrassing and poorly constructed series I ever came up with. Essentially a female-dominated Super Sentai (or Power Rangers, take yer pick), amongst other things, you will notice some gaps in this fossil record as you read along. I deleted some of the stories because they were just that bad; I have no copies remaining. Sorry.
Zenith Baker/PokÚskid – A preteen residing on the North Side of Chicago, Zenith shares a residence with her mother and 8-year old sister Nadir. She's been best friends with Yuri Glinka and Tabitha Rebao ever