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On the way back to the house, since I was still barefoot, I watched the path under my feet closely to ensure I didn't step on anything when a noise to my left caught my attention. I couldn't see through the foliage, but it seemed to rustle the leaves of a nearby bush clumsily. I didn't know what lives on this island, but I wouldn't find out, especially if it's something that wants to eat me or fight me for territory. But I know better than to run from something that could be a potential predator. So as…
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21.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The email notification flashed on my screen, simple yet unsettling. From: Headmaster Oswald Brightwen Subject: Request for a Meeting I took a steadying breath before making my way to the Headmaster’s office. Brightwen wasn’t someone I was eager to see—not after that final divination exam where he’d bought every word of the reading I’d bullshitted. He’d hidden his reaction, but I hadn’t missed the flicker of something in his eyes—shock, fear, or maybe anger. Whatever it was,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I was floating on the waves of sleep, my subconscious drifting towards the lighthouse of Nate's soul. The dream began as they always did, with the golden warmth of sunlight kissing my skin. I watched Nate from a distance, his laughter carrying on the wind like a melody only I could hear. He was on holiday, somewhere in Poland and I was thrilled that he could be so close to me. When I saw he was planning his trip near my village, I almost couldn't sleep from excitement. I reveled in the way his eyes…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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I stormed out of the office building, the cool autumn air hitting me like a slap to the face. I needed the slap. Hell, I deserved it after wasting an hour of my life listening to those corporate tools talk down to me like I was some punk-ass kid. I could still see their smug faces, hear their rehearsed condescension: Your look doesn't fit our corporate culture. I scoffed, pulling my jacket tighter around me. It wasn’t like I expected the job to go well, but fuck, did they have to be so—so…
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9.0 K • Ongoing
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I hit the stone floor hard, a sharp crack reverberating through the empty cell as my shoulder collided with the jagged stone. The pain was distant, barely more than a whisper at the back of my mind. It was as if my body and I had made some unspoken agreement: I wouldn't feel, and it wouldn't bother me with the details. The guards didn't bother chaining me. There was no point. I hadn't fought back in days—maybe weeks. Time had blurred into a fog, impossible to track in the darkness. The cell was small,…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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“Come on, class! Take your seats. We will start your final exam in ten minutes!” Professor Ludwig shouted over the noise. Students were scattered throughout the classroom, talking to their friends. Professor Ludwig left the classroom probably to get Headmaster Brightwen. The Headmaster was obsessed with divination and always tended to join each class’ final exams. The rumor was that the Headmaster attended to see that if any vision came about, he would be there to witness it. There were many theories…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I was sprawled across the worn-out sofa in the common room, the glow of my phone casting a soft light on my face. The chatter around me was a familiar symphony, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the clink of mugs on the coffee table. It was one of those rare evenings where the weight of impending exams hadn't yet suffocated the air with tension. My fingers scrolled mindlessly through my feed, a stream of memes and magic theory debates, when a pair of names sliced through the noise,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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It had been a year since I found out that Orpheus killed Saul. I still hadn’t spoken to him, but every week, he delivered a new painting, some portraits of me and others showcasing important memories like those of his friends and family or significant moments of his life. Each painting came with a letter sharing the memories or feelings behind it, a vial of the paint he made from the blood of the men he killed, the blood he collected from them, and their bodies harvested for me in coolers so I could do…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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We rode out under the cloak of darkness, the rumble of our engines echoing off the city's concrete walls like the growl of an approaching storm. Pietro and Torch led the charge, their bikes cutting through the night with a sense of purpose that was almost palpable. I rode alongside them, my hand never straying far from the grip of my gun. Harlen was at my six, his silent presence a comforting shadow in the chaos that was about to unfold. The Iron Serpents' clubhouse loomed ahead, a grim, two-story…
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77.2 K • Completed
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“It seems like you’re not overly preoccupied by my presence.” The mutt looked at me with unamused eyes, as if people often showed up in his owner’s house without her permission. Given that I was one out of two suitors, it made sense. The mutt rested his head on his paws but didn’t take his eyes off me, almost as if waiting for me to do something that would pique his interest. But jokes on him. I was the most boring immortal he would ever have the pleasure of meeting. Before Vanessa, I had…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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