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September 27September 27
I asked Lairden to hand you to me. I still have to stick to the bed.
So much has happened, but I cant even think of half of it. Whats really taking up all of my concentration is thinking of something other than that frightening, scary, horrible dream I had when I slept last night. No, it wasnt a dream, it was a nightmare. My hands are still shaking hard. I hope you can understand this.People say that you can forget bad dreams easier if you tell someone about them. I have to tell you. There is no way I can tell anyone Zarkan. Especially Lairden. Which means youre the only one here I can tell.
I had been
Quinn's Scary Dream-WerewolfQuinn found that he was lying on the ground and he stood up, cracking his back like he always did in the mornings. He sighed and relaxed, scratching his side as he looked around. When he saw where he was, he blinked and shook his head, closing his eyes before peeking through them and gasping. There wasn't any difference.
The sky was dark, filled with thick smoke. He was standing on the edge of a rock that was pointed out over a lake of fire and brimstone, bubbling lava that looked as if they wanted to reach out and swallow him up.
"This is where you belong." A voice said behind him and he jerked around, taking a step back. It was a figure
Arranged Problems Ch. 6His warm hand on the small of my waist and the music flooding through my mind made me so happy, as if he really loved me for who I was, not just for show. I couldnt keep a smile off my face. Usually, I was a really bad dancer, but Zayev seemed to take all of my stumbles and trips and make them turn into beautiful dancing, as if they had never happened. That also made me happy.
When the song was over, I wanted to cry. Couldnt it have lasted a bit longer? I wanted to have it last the whole night, those feelings I had. But it just couldnt happen that way, as reality often proved.
Zayev led me off the dancing floor and headed
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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