The Song of Blades: Chapter Nine by Kimberly-SC, literature
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The Song of Blades: Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine: The Winners of War Civan forced himself to keep his eyes open as he watched the horizon. His men didn’t take a break the entire day, and the fact that it hadn’t stopped raining for two days only caused more displeasure. He left Kronhall with three-hundred men, and now he only had one-hundred left. Most of them didn’t die in the few minor battles with brigants or badly-trained soldiers of an unknown Nieldish lord; instead, they remained at the cities to support the local lords of the Northern Realm. Civan took care that only the men whom he could trust continued his way to the south. He left Kronhall with the official mission to defend the border. However, his true motive was of a different nature: He wasn’t going to defend the border against King Cestmir, but help him. In the Nieldish camp, he received more information from a Nieldish captain named Bojanek, an idiot yet ruthless leader. At the night of the attack, Bojanek commanded to execute a few more men, who were
Princess School, Chapter 1: A Real Princess by SnowyZoe97, literature
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Princess School, Chapter 1: A Real Princess
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a princess? I certainly haven't. From what I've heard, being a princess takes lots of class. To be honest, I've never believed that. I never really dreamed of being a princess because it seemed way too posh and girly for me. You see, I'm a tomboy, and most tomboys just aren't interested in wearing frilly pink dresses or dancing waltzes in a ballroom or having tea parties. We prefer playing sports and wearing jeans more than anything. Princesses also live in fancy castles or big mansions, but I just live in a regular house in a small suburban town. For my whole life, I've never seen myself as a princess...Until recently, that is. It all started one day when I was coming home from soccer practice. My parents told me that I had gotten a letter in the mail, and they gave it to me so I could read it. As I read it carefully, I realized that this was an acceptance letter that was inviting me to attend a school for princesses. I was really
Princess School, Chapter 2: Royal Cat by SnowyZoe97, literature
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Princess School, Chapter 2: Royal Cat
Meg's POV I've always had a passion for animals, and very recently, my class adopted a new pet. It wasn't easy, but we managed to teach our new pet some proper princess etiquette. It all started one day when I was walking to Princess School. I was passing the park when I saw a stray cat sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. The cat had a sad look on her face, meaning that she was homeless and needed someone to help her. "Oh dear," I said when I first saw the cat. "You don't have an owner, do you, little kitty?" The cat gave a sad little meow, which probably meant "no". I knew I had to do something to help the poor cat, so I thought as hard as I could. Suddenly, an idea came into my head. I walked up to the cat, gave her a gentle pat on the head, and asked her if she wanted to come to school with me. Almost immediately, the cat began to purr and rub against my legs, which I took as a "yes". So, I picked up the cat and gave her a ride in my backpack as we went to school. I knew
The Song of Blades: Chapter Eight by Kimberly-SC, literature
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The Song of Blades: Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight: The Price of a Good Deed Broin didn’t look back as he ran. He could feel the warm blood running down the right side of his body, the wound arching under his arm. He finally stopped as his gaze wandered towards the shimmer of a fire between the trees. Then another torch appeared, and another! Dogs were barking and he heard the shouts of men. Like a wounded deer that ran from wolves, he stumbled through the dense undergrowth, pushing away branches and forcing his legs to move. But he could feel that his strength had left him. He couldn’t run anymore and came to another stop between high beech trees. He gasped for air, his breath visible in the cold night. The shimmer of the torches came closer and the barks of the hounds got louder. But he was too exhausted to flee. He grabbed the sword with his left hand and waited for the persecutors to reach him. He would have never imagined that he would die such a death. Dirty, wounded, and chased like a wild animal through the
Abomination: City of Ice 19b Hideout by jecoil, literature
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Abomination: City of Ice 19b Hideout
“Why didn’t you tell me about my twin sister, Mother?” Shelagh thought to herself.
That thought had been tugging at her mind ever since the five of them reached the temporary safety of the Thieves Guild hideout. While it was perfectly understandable why her father never knew about her, and thus could not have told Elspeth if he wanted to, her mother would have known about Elspeth. Shelagh’s mother told her the truth about who her father was, so why take the secret of the existence of her twin to her grave? Was she afraid of what Shelagh might do if she learned she had a sister? Was she afraid that Shelagh might s
Have you ever heard the story of Hansel and Gretel? It is the story of two children who get lost in the woods while searching for food, and along the way, they fall into a trap set by an evil witch who lives in a gingerbread house. The witch plans to fatten them up and cook them alive, however, the children are able to trick her and get back home safely.
This story is exactly the same, except it has quite a few changes to make it different from the original tale.
The story is now going to be told, so make yourself comfortable and read on.
A long time ago, a boy and a girl lived with their father in a small cottage in the country near the w
Abomination: City of Ice 19a Hideout by jecoil, literature
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Abomination: City of Ice 19a Hideout
Elspeth stood with Larissa on the grand balcony overlooking the courtyard. From this vantage point, she could see much of the city below. A complete search of the castle had failed to locate Shelagh or her friends. It was apparent that somehow the thief had slipped out of the castle, probably through some secret passage not yet known. So now squads of fiends were systematically scouring the city streets, going building-to-building, and checking every access point to the sewers. In the sky above, dozens of harpies and gargoyles circled, looking for any sign of the fugitives. The sun was beginning to cast long shadows as dusk rapidly appr