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28th Chronicle "Where's Dissy?"Glorabella asked Beetles, her eyes glued to the wonderous snowy scene in the window.For some reason everything became dead silent."You left the cat outside?"
Ian snickered at Beetles, who quickly rushed to the front door.Seconds later, he brought back Dissy, shivering and quivering in his arms.The poor kitty!
"I thought she was with me the whole time!"Beetles said cradling his pet.
"Apparently, she wasn't,"Ian drawled, kicking back and trying to take a nap.
"Ian!Stop it!"Glorabella commanded him.He silenced.Mrit sighed and shook his head.
"Ian's being Ian, Glory, you can't blame him,"Mrit said, gliding over to Beetles,studying him.While he was doing that, Glorabella continued to search for that mysterious face and red blur she saw moments ago. Maybe Ian needs to be with her for a moment to coo
27th Chronicle "Helloooo?!Sorry I didn't come home on time to greet you guys!I missed you all!"
Glorabella came into the L.A.B.'s decoy house section of the building with both Beetles and Ian following her closely.Beetles looked around the household in amazement, it was warm and welcoming.Ian watched him closely as he took off his coat and put it on the hanger by the door.Glorabella took off her coat as well and stared at Beetles, who seemed to not know what to do.
"You're drenched in melted snow.You should take off that raggy hat and cloak and hang it here,"Glorabella suggested.He did hesitantly and took off his hat first, revealing a brown bandana he wore-and it covered most of his forehead for some reason.He then took off his cloak and Glorabella saw that he simply wore thin and worn clothes with rips and patches.Beetles hung his "winter wear" on the coat hanger and looked at Glorabella with his mysterious gr
26th Chronicle "Beetles?"Glorabella said in wonder.She then noticed a scar over his right eye.Best to not ask now.
The boy named Beetles simply stared at her blankly.Glorabella knew that he was confused and needs help....Does he?
Suddenly, Glorabella was sweeped up by Ian who just snuck up behind her urgently and began to drag her away from Beetles.Glorabella resisted and managed to get him off.She turned to him, concerned about his sanity...again.
"What do you think you are doing?!"Glorabella snapped at him."Beetles obviously is lost and needs our help-right?"
Beetles nodded slowly.
"Glorabella, that person you were talking to is an Initialite!He can steal your powers!"Ian hissed.
She raised an eyebrow."Permanently or temorarily?"
"By touch when he takes off that stinky bandana of his,showing his crown."
25th Chronicle For some reason, Glorabella found herself in a flowery meadow.Why was she here in the first place?There were blood red flowers all over the place and the sky above was deep blue and had puffy clouds.But no sun was seen.So many red flowers that you couldn't see the grass at all....
In the horizon,Glorabella saw Ian skipping toward her.He was so far away but whenever Glorabella would blink, he came closer and closer and closer.Glorabella then tried not to blink for it was a bit creepy....The smell of iron was entering her nose.The smell of blood.Glorabella then felt something wet on her fingers so she looked down on them.They were bleeding for some reason.She then tried to grab a red flower and suddenly something invisible ate her hands.Some voice told her to not to touch it afterwards.She looked up and Ian was in front of her....He was certainly happy to see her...his white eyes wide and staring at her.
"Do you like
24th Chronicle -2nd Prolouge- Something fell from the sky at the dead of night and hit the earth hard.Do you know what it was?I do.It was a hooded person in a red cloak.Where he fell was in the middle of a dark forest so no one would hear it...probably not even notice it.He lay there still for a moment or two and tried to get up.Then another person came down from above and landed on their feet.It was a monstrous gigantic and terrifying old woman who goes by the name 'Godmother'.She towered over the cloaked person as she held her bloody and enchanted axe.He looked up at her and scrambled up on his bare feet.Her green eyes glared at him.
"Do I need to mark you one more time?"Godmother said glaring at him and gripping her axe tightly.The young man in the red cloak shook his head.If he was marked one more time then he would die.Godmother huffed.
"Then do I need to explain your mission again?"
"Kill Glorabella..."he responded
23rd Chronicle -Prolouge- Once upon a time,in a small isolated kingdom in some world where the moon is always up in the sky,lived a jolly fat King and his dark daughter,pale and fair.In this world the king forbids any magic of any kind in case if anyone gets mad with their own power.Anyone who happens to use magic shall be burned miserably.The King has taught his red and green eyed daughter with no mother.She behaves as she is expected to be.But she has rare times where she is alone by herself-she discovered that she can use magic.Sparks flew out of her fingertips in secret.As her kingdom called her the "Black Princess" for she only wears grave and grim colors.But she knows her real name and that is Gorthilia.Why a dreadful name.Having to say "gore" and then "Thilia".Why name her that?For whatever reason,she is proud of it.Besides,having long blood red hair somehow fulfills that name.As if she has killed so many people and their blood splattered all over her hair constantly that it has b
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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