"She's back! She's back!" I screamed sobbing harder into Stella's chest. Tears pooling and then falling freely from my eyes. Flora crossed the room and patted down upon my hair in a notion to try to soothe me. It didn't help much I was still upset and scared but it did calm me down. Musa helped Flora and Stella tug me over to the my bed and sat down with me.
"She's back! I can't believe she's back." I said realization hit hard across my face and it must have shown. I managed to control the occasional sob in between words believe me it was hard on the inside it felt like my whole world had been torn apart like every good memory that was the wa
"Sounds good to me." I said laughing in to my pillow. As soon as the words left my mouth a warmth spread through my body. I got up sliding from the bed. I looked around making sure no one would see me. My conscious told me it was a bad idea but I didn't care. Raising my hands above my head I changed into my winx form. I felt my wings grow.
A new feeling hit my body in the middle of the transformation. Negative energy pounding in my veins destroying the good energy inside. I could feel the darkness swarming in and surround me in its embrace. I felt my eyes begin to change to their cat-like state. My winx changed to black. My body language was
I woke up in the infirmary. My shirt and pants were gone replaced with a white slim dress. I looked around the room my eyes stopping on the window next to my bed. The sun was high up in the sky casting a shadow across the east forest of Alfea. From the second story of Alfea I could see uptown Magix. It was a beautiful view.
The door opened to the infirmary and I turned around to see who it was. I looked behind myself and found myself face to face with Mrs. Griselda, "I'm glad to see that your now awake Ms. Bloom, Mrs. Faragonda would like to see you." Griselda helped me stand while I tried to shake the grogginess off. I looked around my visio
"Who would trust me when I barely trust myself?" Baltor said a sad and dark look crossing his face. He extended a gloved hand out towards me a wicked grin replacing the dark look almost stretching his darker features. I was in complete shock. "You look like you have never seen a person smile before."
"Not on you. This is a real genuine smile." I gasped taking his hand and backing away.
"You wouldn't believe how much i've changed since we last met and I believe I could say the same about you?" Baltor said eyes shining bright as he walked forth to me grabbing my wrist preventing me from moving another inch.
"Let me go!" I screamed trying to sha
The interior of Mrs. Faragonda's office was incredibly cozy as I sat there and stared at the old woman who sat in the golden chair before me. Mrs. Griselda stood behind her a daring look in her eyes, one that held the fierceness of a warrior who would never give up.
"Are you okay Bloom?" Mrs. Faragonda asked looking at me questioningly while turning her head to the side I had to stop myself from laughing it was so awkward.
"I'm fine Mrs. F they were just nightmares nothing to work yourself up over." I said. 'hey at least i'm telling half the truth so it's technically the truth.' I thought as a twinge of guilt filled me. It wasn't a pleasant f
by Siegfried Danzinger
The stool he was seated in. The table he had his elbows propped up on. The glass of water on his right. All of them. The vibrations affected all of them immediately.
He almost fell out of the stool when it happened; though he also quickly lurched forward and cranked the knob of the little black and white TV to the "off" position. It was practically an instinctive reaction at this point. He grabbed the glass of water that was dancing across the table and placed it in the dish drain before making for the stairs.
"Father! It's them again!"
His father apathetically waved a hand towards him. "I'm watching som
Listen to: Your are the reason - Calum Scott
There goes my heart beating
'Cause you are the reason
I'm losing my sleep
Please come back now
She was gone. Missing. No where to be found. So many memories and moments never to be experienced again. So many had tried to find her, but to no vain. She was gone without a trace. Police struggled to find out what had happened, but there were no more information than what they started with. They concluded after two years that she was dead. It had now been three years since the incident, and the one struggling the most were her lover himself; Levi Ackerman. Half of him was gone. He alone had bee