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“Goddamnit, I told you to hurry up with that! The shipment arrives on Monday!” she screamed. Miss Kendrick stormed up and down the isles, glaring at every worker she passed. Her secretary scampered behind her, throwing sympathetic glances left and right. “Rach- Miss Kendrick, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” the soft spoken young woman asked. Miss Kendrick stopped abruptly, the final click echoing off the walls. “Waverly dear, don’t you know running a business requires discipline?” Waverly eyed her boss, whose back was still to her. From her dark hair pulled into a tight bun

Remember. Remember. Remember. Remember what? You know what you need to remember. No I don't. Yes you do Clarisa. Yes you do. Remember. Remember her. No. I can't. Yes you can. No, no I can't! I can't... It hurts too much. So, you'd rather forget everything and feel nothing than feel pain and remember your own sister? Well, when you put it that way… Then remember! Remember your twin sister. Remember what happened that day. Remember me, Claire. Okay, Jenna. I will. For you, hermana. For you. *** May 19 Uh, dear diary, I guess? Um, hi there. My name's Clarisa Anita Rodríguez. You can call me Claire, though. I'm not sure

Stars in Her Eyes Hug a Tiny Day 2016 “And I’d give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don't wanna go home right now…” “That's a nice song,” he said. Claire visibly jumped at the sound of his voice. Clutching her heart dramatically, she turned around and gave him a fake-horrified look. “What the actual hell, Arden?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” Arden laughed and walked up behind her. Claire was standing near the fire pit, but instead of stoking the dying embers, she was watching the stars.

Story Truth A story of a writer and her muse By AquaMarina I slumped in front of my laptop, staring at the screen. I had been working on this project for days, without any good results. I typed a few sentences, re-read what I wrote… And deleted it. “This sucks,” I muttered. “Fricken writer's block.” “Having trouble?” a voice to my left said, making me jump. I turned and glared at him from my position on my bed. “Yes actually, Seven. No thanks to you. What kind of Muse are you? You’re supposed to be helping me.” Seven grinned and plopped onto the bed in front of me. “A very han

*Note: For this to fully make sense, please read the first short story with these characters: http://fav.me/d7sorsm I stood in the doorway with my head tilted, listening. My hearing wasn't the best of my senses, but in this house, it was the most helpful. Once I was sure that no one was around, I made a mad dash for the large (read: gigantic) bed on the other side of the enormous room. I came to a dead stop ten seconds later, as a searing pain ripped through my lower abdomen. "Well, this sucks," I groaned, doubling over in pain. "Okay, so no running, got it," I mumbled. After a moment, I managed to start walking again, although I had to tak

Chapter 10- My Big Screw-Up "Mmpphh," I sighed, stretching to wake myself up. Eyes still closed, I frowned. There was something on top of me, something big. It felt heavy, but whatever it was, it was resting on me lightly. I pulled one of my arms out from under the blanket and traced my fingers along the thing. It felt... familiar. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I couldn't see anything at first because of the bright morning light, but as my eyes adjusted, I saw exactly what was lying on top of me. A giant hand. I sighed deeply as the events of last night came back to me all at once. The nightmare... singing... talking about nightmares... sleepin

SMASH! CRASH! The sounds of breaking glass and other destruction sent me running. You'd think that I'd be running AWAY from the sounds, but nope. I ran straight towards them. You say I'm insane? You could be right. I should probably introduce myself. Th' name's Annalise Nicole Brayden, or Anni for short. And before you start, I did NOT spell it wrong. That's just how I spell it. Anyway, I'm 15 (almost 16) years old, I have medium brown eyes, medium length brown hair, I'm roughly 5-foot-5, and almost no "special features" to be noted (unless you count the teeny-tiny birthmark I have on the inside of my right upper-arm). In other words, I'm a

Chapter 9- Sweet Dreams I shot up into a sitting position, gasping for breath as my heart pounded. I hated that dream. Nine years after I lost my parents, and I was still having that same dream. I didn’t always have that exact dream, but all of my dreams were related to that one, and that same dream did come back from time to time. Like now. Wriggling around in my sleeping bag, I realized I was covered in sweat. I crawled out of the bag and into the cool summer-night air. I didn’t have a tent, but that’s okay ‘cause I like sleeping under the stars anyway. Stretching, I looked around. I wasn’t close to the fire

Chapter 8- Trust is Key I walked back to camp, but there was no way I was going back to sleep. Instead, I pulled my bow and arrows out of the spot where I’d hidden them, and I headed into the woods. I had slept in my clothes, so I didn’t bother changing. As tired as I was, a few hours in the woods would do me good. I had hunted last night before sundown, so I didn’t need to get much game right now. Instead, I ran through the woods, abandoning my usual hunter’s caution, as well as my worry and concerns, and probably my dignity. But I didn’t care. I ran through the woods, ditching my boots, bow, and sheath at som

Chapter 7- It’s Not Easy Eli looked up at the stars high above his head. The sky and the mountains were the only things that were actually above his head. Of course, his dad was taller than him, but then, he hadn’t seen his dad in years. The house he had lived in, which was really more like a furnished cave, had been made by his dad, and took up pretty much the whole mountain it was in. Eli’s dad had made it years ago, before Eli was even born, and they had lived there together for as long as Eli could remember… Eli shook his head. He had to stop thinking about that. It was a thing of the past, and there was nothing