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It was yet another busy day in London. A kaleidoscope of people bustled across the streets, along the sidewalks, and in and out of buildings only stopping to peer into an interesting shop or mutter a quick apology to a person they have bumped into. Cars, taxis, and buses crawled through the noon day traffic resembling a bizarre parade of armored insects. And here you were, struggling among this throng of man and the manmade. After graduating high school at the top of your class in a suburb of the United States, you had accepted a scholarship to UCL, and moved into a small apartment near the university. It had already been a year since your a

I fidgeted nervously with the hem of my skirt as I stood in front of the class. Everyone’s eyes were trained on my figure searching for flaws, for imperfection, for mistakes, and they turned away to gossip with their friends once they found something that satisfied their desire. Something that makes them better than me. Oh how I hate those stares, even if they seem perfectly innocent everyone is looking for the same thing no matter if they’re aware of it or not. I’d been through this routine far too many times to be tricked by friendly smiles, polite gestures, and the façade of acceptance that settled over every classroom th

I heard the screams but didn’t feel them. Who was screaming? Was it me? I don’t know. I wish they’d stop it’s too loud. I feel strange. Is it pain? Maybe it is. I’ve felt so much of it that I can’t tell. Needles are everywhere. They’re hurting me. Make it stop. It hurts. I wish they’d stop screaming. My vision is painted with blood. Soaked, saturated completely with liquefied red iron. Now I smell it. The metallic scent sears my lungs, and makes every breath feel like I’m inhaling ice and exhaling fire. Please make it stop. Shut up. You’re too loud. Black gnats jump in and out o

 The landscape blurs across my vision, keeping pace with the dull thump of griffin wing against air. When looking down at the land from this altitude a person can’t make out any solid figures, only the greens of forests, the grays of mountains, and the various browns of cities. Occasionally I would get swallowed by a cloud, and it’s those moments I savor the most. The ethereal, swirling water droplets engulf the surroundings, so for a moment I can imagine that I’m not here, not me. In those moments I can be anyone, anywhere, anything. In the sky I am invincible. ˁʡʢʡʢˀ   ˁʡʢʡ

 I woke up in the morning, and the first thing I saw were the pastel paints of a new day staining the night sky driving the darkness away. Slowly I looked about the spacious room, my room, as my mind awoke from its hibernation. The walls were the same color as the dawnlight that could be seen budding from the three floor to ceiling windows in my room, and had ornate molding running along the top and bottom. My comfy, queen-sized bed was placed in the very center facing the view, with my wardrobe to the left and the door to the bathing room to the right. As the fog lifted from my mind, I closed my eyes to listen to the sounds of the castle. No

Once upon a time there was a princess. She was the most beautiful princess in the world, and the kindest. The servant of the castle loved her, the people of her country of Magni Flora loved her, and the nobles of the surrounding lands loved her. Her hair was long, flowing locks of shining white gold, and her eyes were innocent orbs the color of a tender, budding fern in the midst of spring. The flawless fair skin on her body seemed to glow with youth and vitality. The name of this naïve and ethereal girl of seventeen was Fleur of House Gardenia.   When she was a little girl, just barely tottering around on her soft limbs, her mother past awa

Blackthorn: Basic Outline The world is under control of those beings. They control the government like puppets and all bow before their undeniable power. These beings are the Icarians. No one knows where they come from, no one knows why they are here, and absolutely no one ever dares to ask what they really are. Their name comes from one of the only distinguishing features that set them apart from normal humans. Wings. Whether it be the wings of bird, dragons, or insects every one of them that dare to call themselves an Icarian have this feature. They are fantastic, amazing, awesome. From birth they are gifted with super human physical abi