TGW Ch.7 pt.2Chapter Seven, pt.2 My name is Molly Davis and I think I'm a witch or something. Up until a few weeks ago my life had been rather banal, all things considered. Sure, I play a mean harp and have a strange love for medieval armor and weaponry, but everybody's got their quirks. And no, I'm not talking about gussying up myself with make up and macabre themed outfits either. When I say a witch . . . well . . .I can hover in the air for one thing. I can tell gravity to go take a hike. I can turn things into other things too. Yesterday I turned a frog into a prince. He sort of ran off brandishing a sword and yelling in a language I don't u
Picturesque Book 2 Teaser Picturesque Picture a city. Any city. Could be the one you live in, could be the one you’ve dreamt of. Could be the one you’re trying desperately to ignore. Whatever individual experience may be, think about it, mull over it. Add your picture to others’. Now multiply it. See the scenes in your mind as they exponentially grow. Feel the buzz of the streets as polished used cars zip past on crowded streets. Hear the empty conversations of Homo sapiens chirping on their phones. Taste the air, fresh with the crisp texture of dying trees. And don’t forget to see the sights. The shops, the skyscrapers, the
Max and the Magic Lens Ch.24CHAPTER 24: A MYSTERIOUS BOOK Mara and Kara couldn’t make their next social gathering because they had made plans to go with another group of friends to the mall. Pan, Lilly, and Gretchen decided to meet at a local restaurant in the ICD. There was absolutely no pretension of studying this time, quarter finals having passed weeks ago. “No overalls today, Pan?” Gretchen asked, noticing that Pan was in a white skirt and a long-sleeved, orange blouse. “Nope.” “I always thought you looked . . . exotic in skirts and dresses.” Pan slurped some of her milkshake. “Why’s that?” “I d
Max and the Magic Lens Ch.13CHAPTER 13: Tryouts “C’mon, Max, I’m pretty sure the human spine isn’t supposed to bend like that.” “How would you know?” he retorted. Logan was getting thoroughly disgruntled the more she watched her brother displace his form into various positions. While he racked his limbs into anatomical impossibilities, she wondered just how good this Miss Belkins was at teaching gymnastics. Max had only been through a week of training and a couple of weeks later he had progressed from a Yoga master to actually walking with his hands. Of course, it was over soft grass and he usually landed on his rump. Where were
Max and the Magic Lens Ch.10CHAPTER 10: Mall Antics The mall, like all malls in the great suburbia of metropolitan consumerism, was big, flashy, and, most importantly, saturated with customers. Shoppers who were full of money though none too proud to exchange it for items that could well have been bought elsewhere but for some reason had to be here because it was the rules. Well, in any case, it was if you were a mall shopper. Mrs. Gardner was not. In fact, this was her third time ever visiting the mall. She hardly knew her way about, what with its labyrinthine framework filled with markets that looked much smaller on the outside, and hardly any directions except a
MUSIC-DaydreamsThis is a test. I've uploaded a symphony idea to another site that allows audio (unlike some art comunities I know).Anyway, if the link I provide here doesn't work, try the link in the author's comments.Here it is: http://www.maketunes.com/audio/hipperreeddaydreams
On TwilightOkay, so I feel this review is going to give you a bit of an insight into who I am. Usually I don't pander to either side on any major issue because I'm not the sort that likes loosing friends, even for a little while, but I am so tired of people going nuts because I don't find the movie/story twilight enjoyable.First, I love vampires. I loved them long before twilight and I will continue to love them.Having said that, after watching Twilight I wanted to gag a were-wolf-eatin ferret.Now I know this isn't the book; I haven't read it yet, so I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT THE BOOK.So, let me explain myself. First off, Bella. I have almost no th
Sweet, Sinful, and Savory Sweet Sinful and Savory Twenty-one. A vintage year. A lucky number to the gambler. And why not? Twenty just isn’t quite there yet and anything above it . . . well, the fermenting number has festered. It’s gone. CAPUT! Anything beyond the savory twenty-one years is dead. The delicious delicacy of illegal alcohol will no longer grace this aged neck. No, indeed it shall swill and mournfully drain through a tube once blessed by the thrilling buzz of sinful bliss, underage nectar. Would that alcohol was forever beyond the lazy arm of the law! What was once rum to me shall be horse piss! I shall never again treat homemade
Magic Lens PROLOGUE PROLOGUE Everything was fine. The end. Then a split second before the echoes of a soft BANG coiled about an empty alley, two adjacent buildings began to repel each other as the earth stretched to accommodate an extra-dimensional antique store. The peculiar overtones of such a noise affected only the unfortunate animals with both hypersensitive ears and, coincidentally, perfect pitch. The words, “Gypsy’s Magic Shop,” were painted in runic font across the facade’s display window. It was very well established in other universes. Picture an upright woman with a dark epidermis, a fondness for
Max and the Magic Lens Excerpt“Moooom!” Max screamed for the fifth time before she realized her guardian was out making judgments on a man with whom she had nothing to do. “Gypsy,” she snapped her fingers and hurried back to her room, hastily pulling up a pair of pants and tying her belt into a knot to keep the sagging mass of denim from revealing her drooping boxers. She threw on a wife beater, a T-shirt, and an old pair of sandals that hadn’t fit her since she was eleven years old. “And male,” she told herself. “Is this some kind of joke?” She put the lens back into the box and pocketed it, gave her falling pants a fin
Ch.7 part.3Ch.7 part.3(Roxanne)After a few more tests, Nurse Joyce went back to her desk, where she started writing diligently amongst a streamlined stack of neatly organized books and folders. "So what's the verdict?" I asked."Sprained ankle, from what I can tell," the nurse smiled, as if such news was a wonderful thing to hear. Well, okay, in light of the fact it could have been much worse, I guess it was good news, but still, that smile should have felt creepy, and yet it just made me feel better."I'm no podiatrist," she said, her eyes now on her paperwork. "But it should be fine within a day or two.""Ah, I guess that's a relief," I smile
Ch.7 part.2Part. 2 (Roxanne) It's amazing what you learn in life, and it's not always pleasant. I used to think that girls had it easy. I used to think they would be treated like princesses their entire lives, that boys would fall over themselves to please them, that things like cheerleading was waving pompoms around and acting cutesy. I used to think that. It's been months now since I was a boy and in that time I've learned that not only are girls treated far more squarely by OTHER GIRLS, but that what I saw of girls back when I had a penis was largely a show, and not one dedicated to males but done more for the respect and contentment of female
Ch.7 part.1Ch.7 part.1 She wrote in the lamplight of an almost empty ally way. Had there been anything else with eyes or ears nearby, they might have discerned the sound of a pen excitedly inscribing notes in the margins of a green book. What made the alleyway almost empty was the curious sight of a clothes rack parked next to the lounging girl and the dresses that adorned it. They were beautiful, but if anybody with eyes could see, something about them didn't seem right. They were full gowns, mostly, made of elegant fabrics, brightly colored, and if conscious of themselves, should have no reason to complain, but there was a mood about them
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