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Sumire Chapter Twelve I snuck in the back halls of the castle knowing that if Elliot caught me in my soaking gowns, I would be scolded. It was quiet and cool in the stone lined hallways, and all but the guards slept. My feet padded against the damp stone floor, and my soaked clothing left a trail of water after me. “How bothersome,” I complained as I tried to readjust the sagging clothes, but they refused to stay in a comfortable position. The water was sure of that. Finally, I set down my basket and began pulling layers of my dress off. First to go was the red cotton shell, then several varying shades of cream that were my dozens of petit coats, until I was at last in merely my silken slip, and corset. I wadded my dresses into a soggy ball, and looked for a place to dispose of them. I carried them with my basket a few more yards ahead before I found a suitable window, which I pried open, and pushed the clothing out. It fell to the earth below with a soft thump, thaSumire Chapter Twelve in Introductions & Chapters
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Story of Friendship (Just read it)*Warning: the following short story is actually badly written, but it is supposed to be like that. Thank you.*Story of Friendship (Just read it) in Stories & Vignettes
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Dear friends; gather 'round, there's a story to be told. About a lil' girl, and her tale of woe, but read a little further, to see it unfold,
Once upon a time, there was a young girl. She was small, and frail, and scared of life; she had felt so very alone for such a long time.
She had a very large family, and her family loved her; she knew this for fact, but she felt distant and isolated as she grew older, and she didn’t have many friends. She wanted what was best for others, but everyone thought that she was just doing what was best for herself. They never saw her working after others had quit to make things perfect for everyone else. Nor did they see her words as kind, and her goodwill gestures as goodwill. She always tried to put others first no matter what.
If someone forgot a lunch, she’d
The Stardust Story: Chapter 4I woke to the sound of my door creaking open, but no one was there. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, instantly regretting it. I was sore as hell, so I dropped down lying limply on my bed. My head was throbbing, so I waited a few minutes hoping it might stop, but it only worsened. I wanted to know who, or what, might possibly be lurking around our house though, so I got up painfully and started to make my way downstairs.The Stardust Story: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters
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As I headed down the hall I stopped abruptly and hid behind the kitchen door. I heard voices in the kitchen and started to tense up. It didn't sound like Teddy or Skylar. I tiptoed carefully and peeked around the corner. In the kitchen were two demons. Now, I don't usually judge people by their appearance, but these guys were wearing the mark of the blackguard on their forearms. The blackguard is a branch of dark demons, call them mercenaries or assassins if you please, but the fact is they're hired to kill people.
I had been trained for