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Chapter 1 (Title Suggestions?)
         I lean against the grimy shower wall as lukewarm water punches at my back, head in hands.  This day, every year, I cry in the shower.  No, not because some friend is a bit mad at me today. Because my mother was murdered exactly two years ago, and I can’t do anything about the fact that she’s gone. As I step out of the shower and dry my plain-ish brown hair, I silently vow that I would kill whoever murdered my mother.         I glance at the clock by the mirror. Eight ‘o clock, time to pick up my father from my village’s saloon.  My father is quite helpless without me; after he drinks enough, he can’
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A Sorceress, chp. 7
7    Journal,    I stared over at Katrina during breakfast.  She looked as sad as I felt, staring at her hands, not meeting anyone’s gaze.  I was miserable, of course, even though I was surrounded by gorgeous girls who wanted to ‘make me feel better,’, which should be any guy’s dream.  But they were all shallow and fake, and only cared about seducing with ‘Joshiepoo’.  Katrina was the only one I actually connected with, she made me laugh for real for the first time in years.  She was real.      I trudged over to Maeva’s room with my few other classmates in my level.  Nowadays, we were near m
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Murder
There was a sound of a blade going through something like a schlick. "Oh, Mommy must be chopping carrots." There was a scream. "Oh, Mommy must've accidentally cut her hand with a kitchen knife." There was the sound of liquid hitting the floor. "Oh, Mommy must've spilled some soup broth." There was the sound of feet coming upstairs. "Oh, Mommy is just coming up for a band-aid." Another scream.  Silence.
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A Sorceress
1    “MOMMY! I’m hungry!” Amanda tugged on the hem of my turquoise shirt.    “You just ate lunch,” I sniffed.    “But I wasn’t hungry then!” She retorted. I sighed in defeat and went to go make a sandwich. It was hard work, being a single mom.  The weather was pouring outside, and the wind was howling so loudly that I almost had to shout to tell Amanda to get her sandwich. She toddled over to the table and ate happily.    The day went by quickly, and soon I was tucking Amanda into bed. The next day, It was very sunny out and warm. I told Amanda that we were going to the park, and s
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Chapter 1 (Title Suggestions?)
         I lean against the grimy shower wall as lukewarm water punches at my back, head in hands.  This day, every year, I cry in the shower.  No, not because some friend is a bit mad at me today. Because my mother was murdered exactly two years ago, and I can’t do anything about the fact that she’s gone. As I step out of the shower and dry my plain-ish brown hair, I silently vow that I would kill whoever murdered my mother.         I glance at the clock by the mirror. Eight ‘o clock, time to pick up my father from my village’s saloon.  My father is quite helpless without me; after he drinks enough, he can’
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A Sorceress, chp. 7
7    Journal,    I stared over at Katrina during breakfast.  She looked as sad as I felt, staring at her hands, not meeting anyone’s gaze.  I was miserable, of course, even though I was surrounded by gorgeous girls who wanted to ‘make me feel better,’, which should be any guy’s dream.  But they were all shallow and fake, and only cared about seducing with ‘Joshiepoo’.  Katrina was the only one I actually connected with, she made me laugh for real for the first time in years.  She was real.      I trudged over to Maeva’s room with my few other classmates in my level.  Nowadays, we were near m
M
Murder
There was a sound of a blade going through something like a schlick. "Oh, Mommy must be chopping carrots." There was a scream. "Oh, Mommy must've accidentally cut her hand with a kitchen knife." There was the sound of liquid hitting the floor. "Oh, Mommy must've spilled some soup broth." There was the sound of feet coming upstairs. "Oh, Mommy is just coming up for a band-aid." Another scream.  Silence.
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A Sorceress
1    “MOMMY! I’m hungry!” Amanda tugged on the hem of my turquoise shirt.    “You just ate lunch,” I sniffed.    “But I wasn’t hungry then!” She retorted. I sighed in defeat and went to go make a sandwich. It was hard work, being a single mom.  The weather was pouring outside, and the wind was howling so loudly that I almost had to shout to tell Amanda to get her sandwich. She toddled over to the table and ate happily.    The day went by quickly, and soon I was tucking Amanda into bed. The next day, It was very sunny out and warm. I told Amanda that we were going to the park, and s
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"Boo," Annabeth whispered as she crept into Percy's cabin. "Hey, Annabeth. I didn't know you got back," Percy replied, sounding mildly surprised as he sat up in his bunk. Annabeth walked over, and sat beside him.  She noticed, as she had so many times before, how Percy's eyes were the exact color of the sea, green with flecks of blue and silver. "I missed you while I was away," she said softly. "Satyrs are not fun to be around when you're trying to sleep." Annabeth laughed quietly. She had been helping Grover and his friends get half-bloods to camp. "I stayed up worrying about you most nights," Percy admitted. Annabeth scootched closer

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Thank you so much for the watch! :dance:
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pepperh2o|Hobbyist General Artist
No problem ^_^
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Dark-Zeblock|Hobbyist General Artist
Hi and welcome to :iconimprovement-club:!:wave:
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pepperh2o|Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks :)
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pepperh2o|Hobbyist General Artist
Ignore these comments, as orly444 knows how to make anyone look mean. But really, I'm nice. just standing up to a person who thinks rape is funny.
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CzechBiohazard|Hobbyist Digital Artist
If you are so nice, why are you standing up to someone's beliefs? Seeing as you take rape so serious, will you shoot a woman with 200 bullets who was raped? That's how they do it in Afghanistan. That is what happens when you deal with people who don't have any humor. You aren't being nice to standing up to people who think differently then you.
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pepperh2o|Hobbyist General Artist
I don't live in Afghanistan, nor do I believe in some of their laws. And I do, in fact, have a sense of humor, but I don't think offensive jokes are funny. I also don't see how I'm 'not being nice' by not agreeing with people who think that rape is okay. Rape is one of the most terrible things that humans do.
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