Innocence- Prologue
“He’s The Doctor!” the girl in his arms gasped, “I swear! I was in the medieval ages! I nearly got burned at the stake for being a witch!”
She was already blowing him off. Of course. Girls were just like that in this time period. Had his sister ever been that way? He certainly hoped not.
Her friends, who had gathered around them at his sudden appearance in their school cafeteria, were dumbstruck, like most mortals when encountered with those who had found the secrets of this world.
He set her down, and she ran to them, spewing words out so fast he was surprised anyone could understand them.
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Teacher's Prompt-
"Write a story (minimum 7 sentences) about a person who is accused of Heresy. Be sure to include a definition (in your own words) of heresy or a heretic, as well as what that person did to get accused. You can make up what punishments or tortures they were put through, but they must be school appropriate Write the story on a separate sheet of paper. How did it change their life? Did they confess? Even if they didn't do anything wrong? How do you feel about the Inquisition?"
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
Lady Amelia had always had a prosperous life. Living richly on a manor- well, not quite as rich as she would have liked, but rich e
Happy unbirthday, Scratt by KasekiSentoki, literature
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Happy unbirthday, Scratt
A single pinpoint of golden light illuminated her world of teal and sapphire. She didn't mind it though, blue had always been her favorite color. Still, change was enticing.
[You got this?]
[Yeah, don't worry. I'll keep the island nice and safe while you go on your little vacation.]
[Thanks. You know how much this means to me.]
[I do. Now go.]
During the conversation, the light had expanded, not large, not powerful, but enough for a single person to get in and out, once.
Kuzuri exhaled. Her life wasn't hard, just busy. Took a lot of power on a daily basis to keep all the shields of Vivosaur Island up. Shog, he'd take care of it while she slip
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Happy unbirthday, Sundy. Pt. 1
Physus began to retreat to her quarters; the need to meditate occasionally struck at the oddest times. She still couldn’t quite put her finger on why, most likely it was some so of subconscious imbalance within herself.
Passing the blood scan, she swiveled gracefully past the door, right to her-
A telepathic gasp escaped her as she saw the human girl sitting on her cot, relaxed as anything, just sitting and staring at her.
[Telepathy? Works for me.] she casually remarked.
[Who are you, and how did you get here?] Physus asked, keeping her tone of “voice” even.
[The name’s Dina Sentōki. Kinda here because of a
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The Rising of the Himalayas
The Rising of the Himalayas
Power. We all want more of it, whether we admit it or not. Yet a greedy thirst for power will never succeed, and who, throughout history, has been more power hungry than the ruler of all Greek gods, Zeus?
His epic fall from grace began long before he was even aware of the essence of greed. He did what came naturally to him- fight, kill, conquer. Along a dark and treacherous path he walked, one littered with blood and tears. It wasn’t just Zeus on the path; he used other god’s help when he required it. They would attack whoever they could, and for thousands of years, all t
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It was quite a strange dream, that was, if it was even a dream at all. She could recall knowledge of a place called the Underworld, spelled with a capital U. Thinking hard, she tried to sort through the meaningless details to find the beginning of the dream. Yes... it began with a poem, a very nice poem at that. She was thinking about the night, and the poem, when other poems seemed to be whispered at her ears... and then the word "help."
Even awake as she was, she shuddered, for some part of her consiousness must have taken that word from a movie or something; she was still a bit haunted by the grief, the desperation in his voice.
Next, wh
The spirit did recall her a little. He knew her name, but couldn't speak it in the Underworld. So, together, they sent her back to the waking world.
"Suzanne."
Having heard the name, she let herself be pulled back to the the underworld. Once there, they concentrated on the name, willing themselves to the vision she dwelled in.
The full spirit felt utterly surprised at it, since it was based on a memory they had shared. Suzanne was floating around in it, clearly a dark leaper.
But dark leapers can't create visions! she called out to both of them.
Suzanne swarmed their minds with thoughts, which made no sense to the dreamer, being used to
Wind blew
Grass grew
Empty faces stared
Dead smile
Stay awhile
No one cared
All life
Little strife
Just let it fall
Slowly slipping,
Clawing, gripping
Right onto the wall
Despair, despair
My only comfort
Save me
That poem, yes, that poem would have been perfect. And it almost was. There were a few things though, that weren't. For instance, it wasn't despair that saved her. It was her saving her from despair. And that was the simple reason why she couldn't accept it, couldn't let those words fill every fiber of her being until she could hear them thundering in the back of her mind during every aspect of life.
Nights were beaut
When people die, their spirits usually travel directly to the afterlife, or sometimes they have something on Earth that needs taken care of before they leave. Occasionally, they'll find themselves in an alternate sort of the town or city they died at, where certain spirits will hold tornaments to decide if they're worthy of a second chance at life. More on that later.
However, if a spirit, usually one destined to go to Hell, was able to retain a scrap of self-awareness upon death, they could direct their path to a completely different reality, a shadow of the real world made from the memories of those who find themselves there.
In this so-