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    She stood diligently next to the Prince as the Queen listing to the complaints of the townsfolk. Apparently, in recent times mirrors and stained glass windows started to go missing without anyone’s notice. Then not long ago jewelry began to turn up missing as well. So much to the point where the Queen had her crown stolen. She now wore a new one, simpler than the last but just a beautiful.     Many of the townsfolk believed this to be the work of a dragon. They had heard them a few times but haven’t seen one yet. She scoffed and shook her head, the work of a dragon? Impossible. The things stolen were much too small for a drag

    Quietly slipping into the house using the spare key they was given to her. Closing the door behind her with a silent click, she slipped off her shoes.    From farther inside the home, she could hear soft talking between two people, and the deep melodic sound of a cello.    By passing the empty living room she made her way towards the family room where the sounds of the cello grew louder. Peeking her head through the ornate archway, she could see a head of platinum hair from over the back of the couch.    “Reko.”    The sound of the cello came to a screeching halt as the boy nearly jumped out of his skin from the sudden sou

Pulling into the driveway he noted the large pink truck there. Kiki was home, that was strange. Looking down at his watch; 2:23pm. She should have still been at school and if she wasn’t there she would have been at Med’s gym. Strange. Upon entering the house he knew something was off. The smell of clean linen and lemon wafted through the air. Slipping off his shoes and dropping his keys in the key dish, he entered the space. Everything was spotless. His notes that were on the coffee table were all cleaned up and placed in a folder. The books on the bookshelf were rearranged in by title in alphabetical order, He noted that one of

 She had been enjoying a drama novel when she received the call. It had to be no later than lunch she had to guess. Unfolding her legs from under her and placing the book on the coffee table she sauntered over to the land line. Picking up the ringer she brought it to her ear. “Hello?” “Yes, hello is this Grace Drage?” “She’s speaking, yes.” “Hi, Mrs. Drage. My name is Ms. Lester, I’m the principal at your granddaughter's school. I’m calling to notify you that you need to come down to the school right away.” She shifted from one foot to the other nervously. “What hap

    Everyone dreams right? Not me… Well not anymore. That time of day when you get to lay you head down and your brain created images of your subconscious thoughts then ripped away and forgotten all in a matter of seconds. I don’t even have the that kind of satisfaction of not remembering it because I don’t dream at all. Every night when I lay my head down to sleep my mind is plagued with completely blackness almost like a blank screen of a T.V that wont turn on. No dreams, No Nightmares. Not even daydreams conjures images. I just end up staring at a wall transfixed for a while before I can tear my eyes away; but it’s

Dear Cyrus,    the war had finally ended, I wish you could be here to see the celebration. Although we lost the war the aliens have left. a few are still here be they are benevolent and don’t wish to bring us any further harm. America and the capital was destroyed but a new nation as risen from the ashes of the the old Atlion. Many things are different now nothing looks the same, the capital is destroyed, the beautiful city of Washington D.C was nothing but rubble when the war ended but-    She jumped when the sound of the bell above the door chimed shattering the peaceful atmosphere of the shop. Business had been slow that day and o