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by Findabhair Blacksgote | I screamed. “Ekatrina!!” That was impossible! Ekatrina was dead! I had seen her body, and it had been very much dead. “Are you a ghost?” I asked. I’ve never seen a ghost…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | After dinner Kale crept past Finvarra, who was dancing with Catarin again, and up to her room to wait for Eoghan’s whistle. She almost screamed when someone knocked on the door…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | “You’d better come in,” said Eoghan when Kale had finished telling him her plan. The ball was in his hands now. All she could do was wait. Kale followed docilely. He led her into the study, which was bigger than hers, and filled with seaweed scrolls…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | They went through the whole poem box. Kale found two more poems concerning the ‘tradition’ of sacrificing firstborns. It turned out that the firstborns were sacrificed when they became a threat to Finvarra’s reign…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | Kale walked along after Catarin back down the halls. She hoped she wouldn’t be asked to find her way around by herself ever, because she was lost already, and they had barely gone a few hundred feet…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | They dove in. Kale was prepared to have to hold her breath, and did so until the rider behind her told her not to. Wondering what on earth he meant she let her breath out. A convey of bubbles sped off and popped. The water was clear now, and her eyes didn’t sting…
by Findabhair Blacksgote | The waves crashed along beach, only the barest evidence showing that a second ago the Sea Horses had stood there. Moonlight tumbled with the waves, falling onto the white foam, rising with it for a minute…
by Veronica | Jane watched as green hills rolled by the dirt road. Grazing cattle and sheep could be seen in the distance by the Nova Scotia shoreline…
by Cailey G. | I put down the book I was reading. My eyes wide with fear. “It’s just a book,” I whispered to myself, yanking the covers up to my chest. I shut my eyes as tight as they would shut…
by Blaze’ncowgirl
Wherever you go
Illusions follow…
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