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Red-crowned Cranes (Grus japonensis) raising a ruckus together, family Gruidae, order Gruiformes, Hokkaido, Japan

Vulnerable.

photograph by John Williams

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Hello, Stranger

Walking into the living room, her voice chimed like a bell. Squealing never ending happiness. It was dark outside, and not only because it was night, it was bleak of the ravenous horror their people experienced. Especially at night. As the fog of mystery rolls its secrets she was the shining light to cure this fever of dark despair. Her smile was a star which shone through the clouds. Dancing across the living room, there was nothing stopping her delight.

Brayam hadn’t slept the night before and still couldn’t now, nearly clawing his eyes out from how they drooped tiredly. Alertness followed him like a plague, like everyone in the town, not being able to slip a wink just to be swept away in the sea of blood just like all the other victims. No. Not him. Clara seemed to be in her own world even if each one of their people was being plunked one by one. Something which clearly kept her out late bedazzled her vision to a world of wonder. When she walked in unannounced Brayam jumped from his guard being so focused on all the deceiving creatures which could arrive in an instant, so unaware of the sweet things which can shush any worries away. Clara was transfixed into something bewitching as she skipped her way to the table which he sat at. Settling down on her seat with a stupidly gleeful smile swept across her face. Waiting for tired Brayam, slumped onto the table having to hold himself up with his palms to his cheeks just to keep face up. She stared with blossoms of playful fireflies in her eyes, waiting for him to ask. He knew her too well not to know what this look meant. Rolling his eyes with the strength he could then starting with a question which was the best for his fogged mind.

“What makes you so giddy?” Brayam inquired, rubbing his face into his palms as if he could shake away all his fatigue, sadly he couldn’t. Clara’s smile only got brighter when he finally asked, followed by a candy sweet giggle and an apple red blush.

“You’re gonna be so mad at me,” Clara teased, batting her eyes to give an innocent mask to hide the mischief she can tend to dilly-dally with.

“God, Clara,” He groaned, shooting a judgmental glare at her.

“What?!” Clara squeaked, defensively throwing her body language to the side and catching herself in her arms. “Oh, sorry I’m not some perfect straight A student. Truly, sorry I don’t have my nose in books every second of the day and wasting my perfect youth!” she barked, motioning her hand to the book that sat right in front of him. Eyes followed her pointed direction then rolling back, too tired to squabble on as they normally do. Of course she wanted to pick a fight. All Brayam could do was sigh. It wasn’t just a book, it could be the answer to this whole mess the town was under. He could spend his time explaining that but she wouldn’t listen. Instead of helping she just wanted to pick and pry at every little thing.

So great.

“Every time I lose track of you you’re always getting into trouble.”

“Am not!” Clara was quick to protest and Brayam was quicker to respond with all her shenanigans–or as fast as his wit could travel when the engines of thought were not responding with full speed.

“No? Then what about that time you burnt the school house down? Then again, there’s the other where you ended up running from wolves and bringing them back home, or showing complete indecency to the Queen by-” Brayam could stretch his point on for miles, naming every single thing she’s done but she stopped him there.

“Okay, okay. I get it,” Clara grunted, her gaze peering over her shoulder and then back with a smirk. “She deserved that when she put our home into such ruins.”

“So you’re not stuck in wonderland. From that look on your face I had thought you completely lost it. Can’t say I couldn’t blame you,” Brayam said, looking out the window which was pitch black, the candlelit room reflected back at them. His solemn reflection looking out into the unknown.

“Best to look on the bright side when everythings going to shit. What do they say again? When life gives you lemons,” She mentioned, following his gaze.

“You make lemonade,” He sighed. “How can it be sweet when there’s no sweetener anywhere to be found?” These recent days have been so hard his words were burdened with grit from all the struggles he has had to deal with. Each night gets ever so dimmer. Especially when each night there’s a body found completely drained of blood in the morning. That image haunts him. Each time his eyes close they jolt up from that vision.

“You make it yourself,” Clara added, a smile full of syrup which eased his bitter tensity.

“So what would be your sugar these days?” Brayan inquired, looking back at her. She giggled as a mouse squeaks when the question was asked, swinging her feet under the table.

“Well…” she starts, putting her hands on the table to get this party started. Eyes rolling above for the dreams which she had experienced, trying to think of the right things to say without explaining the muddy details. “He’s handsome, smart, talented, and oh…so dreamy!” She gushed, giggles continuing before Brayam stopped her fun with logic.

“It’s dangerous to talk to strangers right now. You can’t just go around talking to anybody,” Brayam chided, steel seriousness in his tone and face.

“But he’s a real charm!”

“No but’s, you know what the danger could be,” Brayam reminded, shaking his head in disapproval. Her giggling intensified. This was no laughing matter when she could turn out to be the next victim. Brayam couldn’t nor wanted to imagine what that image would be, the passing thought ached his soul. The touch of sugar which melted him was too much as he went back to bitterness. She put a hand over her mouth to try and stop her laughter from how many chuckles accidentally dropped, the hand didn’t stop it. “What is it? What’s so funny?” Snarling at the fact she could go into such a fit at this moment, when they’ve seen their peers dead right in front of their eyes, brows furrowing in concern of who she is right now.

“I think you worry too much.” Batting her hand in the air to push away his criticisms. “You’re gonna love him!”

“What do you mean?” As he said that the door started knocking. Three individual knocks drawing out in echoes. Both eyes darted toward it, one pair with sparkles, and the other gleaming in red.

She squealed, shaking her fists in excitement, “That must be him!” Getting up quickly to go greet him but Brayam wasn’t having it. He got up and hastily caught up to her, grabbing her wrist. Trying to pull herself away wasn’t working, nor prying his hand open as the grip just got tighter.

“Why is he at our door?” Brayam inquired firmly, all her wiggling wasn’t working as she was bondaged by the rope-grip he had on her. He couldn’t let her invite this man into the home as he didn’t know his intentions. If only Clara could just listen when he tells her to, but that is not who she is. She’s someone who loves to make mistakes again and again until they ruin her. Even if these decisions change her forever she might even keep on going. Never learning. Brayam is the only person holding her back from running wild and he can’t even hold her down completely.

“You’re hurting me! Stop it!” She pleaded, trying to pull away. His furious glare softened as he eased his grip.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Brayam apologized, the door knocked again. The sound was the dread of church bells. Ringing for each loved one past. In this case it was each string of strength Brayam could hold being lost. Face reflecting the scaredy in his soul, for every friend lost.

Clara took back her hand with force, “You better be sorry,” she sassed, sneering as she didn’t acknowledge his concerns. As the door sounded she went ahead once again until Brayam put his arm against her, getting in her way again.

“Answer me,” He demanded, “Why is he at our door?”

“I invited him over. So what?” Clara said, shrugging as she walked past him. “Please let me get to the door. I don’t wanna make him wait.” About to put her hand on the knob, he stood in front, blocking her way. He shook his head in disapproval.

“I am not allowing him in. He is not invited,” Brayam insisted, stuck to the door, each move she made, he reflected. The fright of the unknown was shaking him awake, sleepless enough to battle.

“I invited him.”

“Well I didn’t. He’s not coming in.”

“He’s a gentleman! He’s not gonna cause any trouble!”

As they argued the knocks persisted once again. Brayam swallowed back his fear as he glanced back at the door behind him. If he let him in, what evil would he be inviting? What had infected Clara to be so blindsighted? Each knock shook him to his core. Shivering his hands and knees barely holding as this enigma behind the only wall dividing them caused panic. Cold sweat dribbling from his temple.

Clara took this chance as he was enveloped in his own emotion, pushing him out of the way. He stumbled to the side, almost falling, but was able to steady himself. Cocking his head toward her undoing each lock. There were a total of six. Brayam added them himself to not risk any invasion.

Click.

“You’re paranoid because you haven’t gotten any sleep. You should go rest,” She suggested, unlocking the first. He had to steady himself before triumphing toward her antics.

Click.

Reaching his hand to her arm as she unlocked the second, about to pull it away. She slapped his away. Another knock persisted.

“I’m coming! Just a sec,” She said, to the man behind the door.

Click.

Hastily unlocking the third before Brayam could stop her.

“Don’t do this,” he pleaded, trying to get in her way again before being stopped, his wrist now being clenched in her grip.

“I’m gonna do this. Brayam, just go to bed, you need to,” Clara insisted, her grip so strong. Sucking through his teeth as the strength felt she clawed to his veins. This sudden power was odd, she’d never had such force before.

Click. Click.

The fourth and fifth being unlocked with her left. As much as Brayam tried to stop this it wouldn’t change her mind.

Click.

Before Brayam could do anything the final one was unlocked. Clara let go and his instinct was to step back. Far back. Going backwards with his eyes fixated on the door which creaked open. His heart beat fast, when he bumped into the chair behind him it startled him, he jumped and looked back and forth again to the main fear.

“Armond!” Clara greeted him with open arms to fall into his. “It’s so good to see you.”

“My beautiful Clara, you are as ravishing as ever,” He flirted, taking her hand in his to kiss it gently. Blushing and giggling she drew back with their hands intertwined.

“Oh, Please come in,” She welcomed, leading him inside as he closed the door behind him. Eyes immediately drawn to Brayam as he shook in the corner, as if the stranger could smell his fear. Their eyes met and Brayam had a feeling he could see his soul. Those grey eyes sizzling in secrets. This man didn’t feel right.

“You must be Brayam,” Armond inquired, the knowing of his name made his eyes snap wide. “Clara told me about you,” he added, reaching his hand out for a shake but Brayam didn’t come to greet him. If Brayam could draw back further he could, something about the man made him feel the need to flee. He was uneasy to be around, even if he had a charming smile on his face.

“You have to excuse him. He’s a bit shy,” Clara said, before grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs. “Come on. We don’t need him.” She left with a giggle and a big grin, with him following closely behind, and Brayam’s eyes following him. Analyzing each feature. He wasn’t bad looking but he wasn’t a sight for sore eyes either. He was pale–sick looking. Menacingly tall, even if he stood steps behind Clara he still towered. His long ebony cloak dragged behind him and then they were both gone.

Brayam had to catch his breath, he could’ve been overexaggerating but something felt off. The sight of him turned his stomach. As he stood alone in the room once again, he sat back down at his seat and started the page he left on. The information which this book held could be crucial, if only Clara took it seriously. Turning a page with the hand that now had a bruised wrist.

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I’ve been hyperfixating on vampires rn so obvi I had to do something inspired :)

Will probs be adding more since I have more ideas!!! If you liked this look out for part 2!! If you have any suggestions for this story let me know :D

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Sounds like heaven

Today, the richest person in the world suddenly and mysteriously drops dead. Tomorrow the same thing happens. It continues every day, unexplainable and unstoppable.

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Prompt #52: What would your character do if they couldn't use their legs?

Mind reaching out for consciousness as the sun streams golden rays into the room. There was no want to wake up as her dreams was such a comforting place, she sank into the calm blind waters of reverie, but she couldn't help the late morning pulling her back to reality.

The dream was nice, yet strange. It was the image of getting ready for school in such a familiar but unfamiliar place. An older woman with brown hair and freckles rushing throughout the kitchen to put together a meal. The taste of juice was so sweet and tangy, oddly vivid in an imaginary state of mind. A taste which she could feel the name on the tip of her tongue, but when she tried naming it, nothing came up.

Eyes opened slowly as her need for sleep had been used up. The meal of rest was devoured as her appetite for it was full. The stars in the sky–if they were put in a song they’d sing a lullaby, gone by the wrath of the sun. Dreams evaporating quickly as her mind circles back to the perspective of now. The taste of zest on her tongue began to fade away. Steadily sitting up in her bed full of the finest satin sheets and best quality feathers filling the pillows. Arms reaching to the air as she stretched them to the sky, followed by a hearty yawn. Lifting the covers off to get ready for the day. As she tries to move she flops onto her face in the cushions. Lifting herself up with her arms and trying to shift her knees. But, she couldn´t. Her legs were numb. Limp and could not be commanded to move. A beat of her heart drummed, heavy, cold rushing through her. A wave of shock that completely disintegrated the grogginess. Unclear mind which was full of morning fog shifted to a scarce storm. Building a shelter trying to keep herself safe, reassuring herself, but the storm just blew it away.

Her legs weren't working. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she pulled; any tug of strength she gave there was no changing the predicament.

“No…no, no, no, no…” Denise repeated under her breath, shaking, as if denying it would be of help. As if repeating the same thing was a magic word to save her. But it wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t. There was no soul melody shifting the real reality that sat in front of her.

Her stomach felt heavy with nausea as her breath shortened. It was hard to ground herself when she spiraled out of control. Falling back into her pillow as she couldn't get a handle on what to do, clutching her chest as her heart raced. She could ask for help, but there's the chance of nobody listening. Nobody willing to check or care. Sinking into her pillow as the panic takes over, fast bites of air she couldn't hold to savor.

In a rush of panic she sat herself up, observing the space to see what she could find. To see how she could fix this herself. The lack of medical knowledge wouldn’t help but she could try to get to the bottom of it. If she tried, maybe she could do something. The chance of a simple hot bath might do the trick, even though this could be a serious illness or worse, poison. Fingers at her temples as she tried getting ideas in the midst of the storm. Connecting with her senses, but the attack flaking the ground of mediation.

Under the thumping heart in her ear were steps protruding from the hallway. The door was knocked. Denise shook, unable to control her breath. Tears streaming, not able to hold back the whines of emotion as she clutched herself in her own arms. This was not the time for someone to be interrupting.

“M’lady, are you alright?” inquired the maid behind the door. Hastily throwing up her palm to cover and at least try and slow down her wheezing, though it wasn’t stopping it, only muffling the sound a little. Not being able to get the air she needed to respond in words. When the maid didn’t get an answer she used it as a que to come in and check. The door swung open and she gasped to see the state Denise was in, immediately rushing over to give some sort of assistance.

“Goodness me,” The maid said, holding back the want to yell at the sight to instead let the words out in sigh. “What has happened?” she inquired, at the side of Denise’s bed, holding a palm up to her forehead.

“My…” Denise tried getting the words out in between fast rapid breathes and cries. “My…” Having to pause again for it was a fight between her and her own lungs which hurt from the pace. “My…legs”

“What about your legs, dear?”

“They…they…” Letting out another wail she could not control whatsoever–if she could she’d stop this rapid anxiety by now. Placing her head down and letting tears drain from her chin to the legs which laid unanimated. “Won’t..move..”

“What do you mean they won’t move?” The maid questioned, looking down at her legs to see anything odd. Nothing was wrong visually. They laid and were the same color of fair she had yesterday, no sudden puffiness, no bleeding or bruising.

“Can’t!” Is all Denise could get out.

“I’ll get the doctor,” The maid said, holding her chin up with a gentle touch, looking Denise in her sobbing eyes who shook her head as words did not come easy at this moment.

“Why not?” The maid pleaded, before the Princess could struggle another sound the maid rushed out anyway. “This is urgent! I’m not letting this go untreated,” she insisted, before running out the room and calling out for help in the halls.

Denise placed her soggy cheeks into her palms. She didn’t want the attention. She could deal with it herself, she didn’t need the maid’s help. When she calms down she’d be able to call for medical attention herself. Even if her legs didn’t work she could’ve crawled to the medical center all by herself. This attention wasn’t needed. It wasn’t a big deal. But it was. Denise just didn’t want to admit it. She tried to steady all by herself as her chest hurt from the breathing. Cries hooting as an owl does as her breath couldn’t stop fleeing. The silence was loud so her voice echoed throughout the empty room. Alone and scared but it wasn’t because she was alone, it was the natural action of movement being gone so sudden. It was scary. Not knowing what’s going on with your own self is terrifying, and Denise would know. When a breeze drowned out her echoes, she was no longer alone.

Wind blew in her face and the light which blinded her before was shaded. A silhouette sat at her window seal. Appearing out of thin air as she didn’t make any sound when arriving. Leg swinging from her seat, waiting for dreary-eyed Denise to notice her.

“Hello,” Ms.B said calmly. Denise gasped, racing heart almost skipping a beat from the surprise. Completely tired from the strong emotion and people popping up out of nowhere, and groaning–which was not executed successfully and sounded more like a bark than a tired groan, waiting to be left alone. “Saw what was going on.” Hopping off from the window and towards Denise, reaching out a hand to feel her legs. In response Denise pushes them off, she doesn’t want help, nor anyone touching her legs. Ms.B shifted her head, slowly like how the moon shifts across the sky, meeting eyes with Denise. “It’s okay. Let me work my magic,” Ms.B insists, cold hands pressing onto the numb legs. Denise lets it happen, frowning but she knows this for the best, sniffling as she watches. She couldn’t say no to someone like Ms.B with a tantalizing gleam in her eyes.

Nothing happens, visually at least. The cool sensation resting on her legs was now able to be felt. It wasn’t pleasant, but better than the numbness that was before.

“Now move,” Ms.B instructed, nodding her head and removing her hand. Ms.B was strange. Someone who wasn’t understandable, nor readable. No footsteps which trailed behind her, knowing more about Denise than Denise ever did. Stopping by the castle always as if she lived here, yet never hanging around to see anybody. Not even sure if the residents here know her.

Ms.B waited patiently as Denise caught up with her breath, not easily as she wrestled for her freedom from it, but it was dying down as her attention was caught on something better. Gulping down fears as she braced herself.

Doing as Ms.B commanded, trying to move her legs. Each limb was unbound to invisible tethers. Ms.B cut her free. A smile leapt across her face, eyes widening to the sight. Lifting one leg high in the air as her cheeks hurt as her chest did before, not from panic, but from pleasure. Turning to face Ms.B to thank her, she couldn’t. The place Ms.B stood before there was nothing. Looking around she was nowhere to be found. The window breezed in the morning air as it was left open, curtains flowing with and letting the light in. Denise’s smile came to a cool as it was shot with confusion.

That woman was strange. One minute she’s here with the antidote to solve the sudden mystery, and the next… poof! Smoke curls thinning out as they leave behind the flame.

Alone now in her room, with working legs. A light huff as her breath was just calming down. Tears were still rolling down as she didn’t know what to think, or do, or say. The best thing was to experience the motion which she couldn’t achieve a moment ago. Getting up, the feeling back, able to sense the touch of the floor beneath her feet. So simple but so relieving after the moment of panic. Each foot one step after the other towards the window, resting her palms on the window seal as she glanced upon the kingdom, feeling the breeze in her hair. Ms.B was gone like the wind, except the wind is still here as company, more real and here than she seems to be. Nobody else sees her, for all Denise knows she’s just an imaginary friend. Except there’s evidence of her being here, with the open window, and the fixed paralysis. Looking down at herself, watching each leg lift and bend as she commanded. Not being able to get any sense on how it happened. She could almost grasp what happened, but failed every time she thought she might’ve had it.

Footsteps rush down the hall and the door swings open.

“Here she is-” Just when the maid looks at Denise she stops in her tracks. She came with two other people; the doctor, and Silian. Someone with a name that every time it's said it sounds like a hiss. He was grinning wide, so wide you could see his gums, until you couldn’t as it dropped from shock. So did the nurse's jaw. Two pairs of wide eyes staring at standing Denise, and a doctor with a displeased face of wasted time.

Denise took her last heavy breath before speaking. “Hello,” she greeted the struck faces. The doctor looked at her then the maid, shaking his head.

“Good day to you all,” The doctor bid a firm farewell, then departed onto other business.

“Wait! She wasn’t like that a second ago!” The maid rushed behind him and only Silian stayed.

“I heard about you being in a state of wreckage, what happened?” Silian sneered, pinching his nose, as if he smelled something bad. Furrowing his brows, making the question a demand. Looking her up and down in distaste. He had a constant ugly demeanor; there was no way to tell if he was being genuine or disappointed.

“I got better,” she shrugged, perhaps she said it to not let him in on her little secret. He’s not the one deserving of secrets anyway, he’ll catch and drop them for others to pick up. her eyes still red from the tears that fell, the wind dried her cheeks, wiping them away from worry.

He snarled. Her words put a bad taste in his mouth. Eyes stared at hers like daggers before lifting his head and walking out.

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Poor baby had an anxiety attack :(((

I feel I should explain some things as if you saw the first chapter I put out this is VERY different from that.

When Denise is almost graduated high school suddenly she’s sucked into a different dimension with no memory of her past self. She’s told she is a princess and has to play along this role as she tries recollecting all her memories. Ms.B helps her along the way and is the first person Denise is greeted by when stepping out into the new world. Silian is the prince who’s the princess’s brother, he doesn’t like his sister at all so he plays cruel pranks.

Maybe I’ll give you sneak peaks into a different chapter where she enters the world. :) Tell me if you’d like to see it.

Also sorry this is long I got completely carried away but I think it turned out well! Though in between doing this I thought many other good ideas of how this could play out. Like her walking the street with her friend/love interest ;) and then suddenly BAM her legs don’t work!!! Maybe I could do a different thing who knows.

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Here is the first chapter to a project I’m doing! Please respond if you have any critique as I’m not really sure I like this and I’d luv to hear your guy’s thoughts!

Btw it is 8 pages long

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Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

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Albertina • Vienna, Austria

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Fallen Angel

His wings glistened against the moonshine. Each strand in his feathers glowed. He didn’t see her coming around the corner as he sat in a ball, back full of white shining feathers which would help him glide through the sky. It was so rare for him to be on the ground like this. Normally he’d be flying through the sky and when the sun creeps up he’d be off to his snowy mountain spot.

Layla quietly approached as he sat statue still. The winged man’s breath was easier to hear under the crickets' singing, and the pond next to them catching the small waterfall which dripples down rocks, his breath was heavy. Gasping breaths of air as if each one he caught was trying to fly quickly away from him, like he did to her those nights before.

She watched him for some time now as he scouted through the night air. Bedtime drew later and later as she stayed up just to get a glimpse of him. Others didn’t believe her when she said she saw him. They pushed the silly thought aside and she was seen as crazy. Doctors asked to visit by family members, stopping by her door from the stories she’d tell. When they checked her health her vitals were all in check, no irregularities, but they kept coming by since they never believed her. Never believed she was fine. She may be crazy, at the sight of him she had to take a double look just to make sure. She didn’t even believe herself, her own eyes could be tricking her. But she could hear his thick breath calling at the distance she was at.

The winged man she desired to see another time was here. In her own garden. Like somehow the eye she had on him pulled his presence in.

He tried getting up, shaking profusely before falling back down. Layla took another glance at his wings before realizing he couldn’t fly to safety. The ivory she saw as the brightest star in the sky was turning red before her eyes. Soaked in blood. It was so dark she could barely see everything happening but as the full moon danced across the sky it showed the grim view of it all. Red blood pooled around him, all over his hand which he tried helping himself up with but failed, it spilled into the pond. Liquid ruby swam in the water with the koi. It wasn’t normal blood as well, as it continued to shine brighter than the moonlight. It started to glow brighter than any star. It shined like gold. Sunny rays laid out on a shady night.

As he struggled to gain his composure he found himself seeing the girl in awe at the corner of his eye. Their eyes met as he cocked a look back to see her intense stare on something she longed to see up close forever. He was all white but his face had dots of all sorts of color surrounding it. The bright colors framed his features beautifully. A long droplet of blue went down his narrow nose, red dots curved across his eyelids before meeting with the yellow that sat beneath his eyes, vertical rainbow lines that curved with his cheekbones aligned with themselves before disappearing at the front of his face. He was as if an unfinished canvas came to life. The bright blue in his eyes caught her. It struck her still, a chill reverberating down her spine. She gulped down her nerves and took a deep breath.

“My name is Layla, do you need help? You seem injured and I am willing to be of assistance,” She introduced herself, calmly, before bowing to his presence. He jolted, crawling backwards as far as he could before a tree blocked his way. His irises shrank into the blue which swallowed them.

“You can see me?” The winged man said in between breaths, chest puffing up and down hastily, as Layla rose from her proper greeting. She nodded to his question.

“Please let me get you bandaged up. You can barely get up,” She insisted, trying to come closer.

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HIII call me Lucky! :3 she/her

I’m an amateur writer who will be sharing writing practices and short stories as I wanna share my writing to the world!

My goal is to find my writer community and get feedback on my work. I wanna become the best I can to share stories I come up with myself. To share my creativity is my greatest goal as it is what I do and it is who I am. :)

I am a fan of fiction, fantasy and magic so stay tuned for that. <333

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