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With The Turn Of A Page (Contest)
With the turn of a page, her journey began.
She was in the middle of the desert, braving a ferocious sandstorm. The camels had been lost a long time ago, along with all their supplies. She had to reach a camp, or she would not survive. She would just be one of a thousand travelers buried deep underneath the desert sands. 
She stood on the deck, breathing in the salty sea air. A hat sat on her head, her trusty sword by her side. She was ready to fight. Looking to the first mate, she nodded. The cannons fired, and the battle began. 
She ran through the ruins of an ancient temple, holding an amulet that she knew was cursed in her hands. Unexplainable tragic and horrible accidents followed her along her path to the bottom of the mystery. 
She sat in a putrid cage, about to face certain death. She held hands with him, and they cried together. Tear-stained face tilted up, she experienced a salty kiss with the person she wanted to be with in her last breaths. 
She executed
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Wildheart - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 - Renn
Adri opened her eyes. There was a strangely familiar lizard sitting on her nose.
Its tiny white claws dug into her skin. Green scales brushed with silver covered its whole body. It had a long, slender tail that moved from side to side periodically. The head was almost horse-like, with flat nostrils and oval shaped ears. Out of its mouth came a bright red, forked tongue that almost seemed like was tasting the air. It's huge eyes were black, with swirls of deep red, the two colours blending and mixing, turning around and around, as if it was trying to tell her something.
Re... Renn...
Suddenly, enormous, bat-like wings spread from its body, breaking the trance. Adri squeaked in surprise, and, startled, it flew away. Adri's breath hitched in her throat, and she looked over to Will, still loudly snoring. Adri breathed a sigh of relief. Still, she frowned.
"But... didn't I see that wyvern back in... Wildwoods?"
***
Having dismissed her experience early in the morning
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100 Truths
Tagged by theagentofvenom 
Rules:
Just have fun and answer these questions!
001. Real Name: Charlotte
002. Nickname: Charlie 
003. Zodiac Sign: Gemini
004. Male Or Female: Female
005. Elementary: Finished
006. Middle School: Almost done
007. High School: I wish
008. Hair Color: Strawberry blonde
009. Long Or Short: medium
010. Loud Or Quiet: LOUD
011. Sweats Or Jeans: Jeans
012. Phone Or Camera: Phone 
013. Health Freak: Nope!
014. Drink or Smoke: never
015. Do You Have A Crush on Someone: maybe...
016. Political orientation: I think everyone's focusing on the wrong things
017. Piercings: I'm too lazy to get earrings, so no.
018. Tattoos: No
HAVE YOU EVER [BEEN IN]:
019. Airplane: a BILLION times
020. Car Accident: Thankfully, no
021. Fist Fight: Yeah, with my sister, when I was 5. Good times.
FIRSTS:
022. First piercing: I used to have earrings.
023. First Best Friend: We are still best friends, thank you very much.
024. First I
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Literature
What Do We Need?
What do we need?
Love?
Money?
Friends?
Family?
A chance?
Ideas?
Do neeeds vary from person to person,
Or do we all need the same?
Is there, really, anything, undoubtedly more important
Than something else?
Does our perspective twist and turn our point of view,
Until we cannot make sense of reality? 
Will we know when we have it, and cherish it,
Or do we only notice it when it's gone?
All of this thinking gives people headaches,
But why do we think about this anyway?
Why do we need anything? 
How do we need it?
And what, exactly,
Is needing at all?
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Literature
Cold - Poem
I walk through the snow,
Hoping to forget all memories.
I walk through the snow,
Maybe to a better place.
I walk through the snow,
Looking for someone who cares.
I walk through the snow,
My home is near, I know it.
I walk through the snow,
It all looks the same.
I walk through the snow,
What is the point of trying?
I walk through the snow,
So, so, exhausted of the life I have led.
I collapse onto the snow.
It covers me, like a blanket.
My last breaths puffing on it,
Like my chance to live,
Long gone.
A tear falls, slipping through the crevices of my frozen mask.
A frozen mask with a small, sad smile.
Maybe death is release.
But I will miss this wonderful world,
Though it gave me pain.
There is a desire, pumping through me,
Not to live,
But a desire not to depart this life silently.
It gives me the power,
The power to do what I never could before.
"Goodbye."
My first words.
My last words.
And I meant every syllable.
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Literature
Shadows Through Windows
Eyes are the window to the soul.
That's what I've always believed.
No matter how
Bright the smile,
You cannot hide sadness in your eyes.
Tears fall to blur the image,
To try to hide true feelings.
Yet, they do the opposite of their purpose.
Pain wounds us,
And its shadow
Shows when you try to see the world.
Instead, the world sees you, and your shadow.
We try to hide it,
But what we really want is for someone to notice.
Someone to help us.
I smile.
I say I'm okay.
I think I want no one to know about my shadow.
In reality, I want someone to look at me and say
"You're not okay."
Not for someone to know.
Not for someone to make it right.
Just someone to see me.
The true me, with my shadows and imperfections,
Without judging.
I try to be that person.
I look at others,
And I try to make them feel better if I can.
It is not easy.
Sometimes there are shutters over the windows.
Sometimes no one can tell.
I believe there is a reason we were born with these windows.
It is to counter our instinct
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Literature
Wildheart - Chapter 6
Chapter 6 - The Cloaked Rider
Adri laid back on the hay, planning a little nap. Before she could fully fall asleep, however, two hands were roughly shaking her. Wanting at least a few more seconds of rest, but knowing she had to get up soon, she froze
"Come on, Adrian! What is it with you and sleeping in the day. Sleep at night, slacker!" Will grumbled. 
"Fine, fine." Adri sat up, her hair a huge mess despite hardly lying down for a minute. 
Her clothes weren't crinkled, thankfully, or she'd'be been in big trouble. Strands of hair stack up in all directions, making her look like almost like a porcupine. Will stifled a laugh and dragged her down, back to the stalls, where Bright was waiting to be saddled. At the sight of him, Adri backed away. 
"I'm not going near the demon horse." she announced. 
Will sighed. "You have to. We all have to." 
"Yeah, what's wrong, you a coward as well as a hedgehog?" Evan jeered. 
"You little -" Adri lunged at him, but
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Literature
Cold
She trudged through the knee deep snow, gripping thick logs in her hands. The trees stripped bare of life all looked the same, and she feared she would get lost. A wooden cottage appeared. Its’ windows glowed with a warm golden colour. Despite the snow perched on all the nooks and crannies, the house emitted warmth. She let out a sigh, wanting to wrap the heat around her like a blanket. She pushed open the door, careful not to drop the wood on the damp ground. An wrinkled man glared at her from a cocoon of coats and blankets.
“Amelia! Get the firewood! The fire’s dying!” he barked.
Amelia motioned to the logs in her hands.
“Well, put them in then!” he drew his blankets closer around him.
Amelia threw the logs into the furnace.
“Get some more. It's freezing.” he demanded.
Amelia nodded. As she was about to walk out, she paused, sending a wistful look at the thick winter coat wrapped around the old man.
“Hurry up. You'll let the cold
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Literature
Wildheart - Chapter 5
Chapter 5 - Nightmare
Adri groaned. She had a terrible nightmare. She had had to leave Wildwoods. There was some kind of problem at home, so she had been sent off, and the her mother had allowed people to hunt the dragons in the woods. To make things worse, once she arrived at the royal castle in the capital city, she found out she had to work as a stable boy. Her hand stroked her soft cloak, the blanket she had donned when she realized there weren't any beds. There was a strange itch on her nose, as if little claws were digging in to her skin. She opened her bleary eyes.
"Aaaaargh!" Adri shrieked.
Red-black eyes on a silvery green face stared at her. Then it skittered away, weaving through legs.
"Whawazzat?" a scowling red haired boy asked. He stared at Adri with squinting green eyes. If looks could kill, Adri would be dead twice over.
"It was nuthin, Evan." Will grinned wickedly. "It's just the newbie getting freaked at a lizard."
"Hey!" Adri cried, standing up in her white linen paj
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Literature
Wildheart - Chapter 4
Chapter 4 - The Journey
Adri was almost done packing. She had one bag, needing few items. There was room left for one book. She sighed. It was going to be a hard choice.
She had a bookshelf in her room that housed around twenty books. The majority of those were about nature, telling her of what was edible, and what was not. But they also told her of exotic creatures and plants that lived in far away lands, places where the roles were reversed, and great cats ruled the land. A few were books of myths and fairy tales. Adri didn't care much for the stories of true love, but she was fascinated by tales of the powerful dragons, capable of destroying and conquering all they saw.
Adri saw the dragons in a different perspective, though. She saw majesty, and human like intelligence. There were moments in the stories where the dragons seemed kind, and wise. The author tried to portray them as evil, but that didn't sit right with Adri. She believed there was good, and evil, in everything, a belie
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Literature
Soulmates
I have realized,
My total and utter dependence on you.
I have told,
All my secrets to you.
I have listened,
To your rants.
I have ranted,
To you, letting my feelings flood me.
I have loved,
All your little quirks.
I have shown,
My little quirks to you.
I have hated,
Every person who has hurt you
I have been weird,
With you, and you with me.
I have opened,
My soul, to you.
And you know why?
Because we're soulmates.
Because we have a special bond.
Because thousands of miles,
Can't separate our hearts.
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Wildheart - Chapter 3
Chapter 3 - An Unpleasant Surprise
Rays of sunlight hit Adri's face. She smiled, and slowly opened her eyes. Suddenly, she leapt out of bed. She rushed over to the window, and threw back the curtains. The bright sunlight stunned her for a moment, but she peered through the slightly warped glass to gauge where the sun was. Her eyes widened.
"Tony!" she hissed.
She stripped off her white nightgown and grabbed some black leggings, and a comfy tan blouse. She quickly ran a brittle wood comb through her hair. Her bare feet rushed out of the room, running through the many passages, until she arrived at the kitchen. She snatched an apple.
"You gonna eat that?" Grizelda called, busing mixing some porridge.
Adri frowned. "Of course not." She dashed away, out of the kitchen.
Grizelda chuckled. "S'pose it's for Tony then."
As she arrived at the main doors, Adri only spared a moment to take her cloak off the rack before throwing open the doors. She glanced up. The sun had almost cleared the horizo
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Literature
Hope
Hope,
Is a flame,
Sheltered from the wind by your steady hand.
Hope,
Is maybes, perhapses,
That still strike a gong in your heart.
Hope,
Is a faith,
You must believe without proof.
Hope,
Is a dream,
Quick to disappear once you wake up.
But why must we wake up?
Why must our hopes be destroyed?
When it is the time hopes come true,
Each of us gets a taste of perfection,
And each a dose of reality.
That is the way the world works.
That is the way life works.
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Literature
Nekotalia x Kitty Reader
Nekotalia x Narcoleptic Kitty Reader
"You're sure she'll be all right?" the young woman asked, cradling (y/n) in her arms.
"She'll be fine." the blonde man in the doorway assured her. "You know how much Heracles loves cats. And besides, there are more than a few people in the house to take care of her."
"Thanks, Arthur." she kissed him on the cheek, and handed over (y/n).
"It was nothing, really." Arthur smiled. The young woman petted (y/n) one last time and left.
"So this is how you get ladies, huh?" a green eyed man stroked (y/n)'s beautiful (h/c) fur. "Not too bad. I might use that strategy."
"Shut up, you git!" Arthur snapped. "I was just doing her a favor."
***
POV: reader 
A grey cat slumped on the ground, sighing. He tugged his black, red, and yellow striped ribbon around his neck
"Hello. I am (y/n)." you nudged him. "Why are you so sad?"
"Guten tag, (y/n + cat). I am Germouser." Germouser sighed again. "And I am sad because my owner left me here
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Tempered Tangent - Poem
You're so often sad
Yet you make everybody happy
And people treat you bad
But still you only show them mercy
Where do you find the strength,
The strength to treat them with such kindness?
Why go to such great lengths
When they all clearly don't deserve it?
You flash me a small smile
And say without a hint of sorrow
"An eye for an eye; the whole world would be blind
I still have hope, they could change tomorrow
But even if they didn't
Cruelty returned is just cruelty twice
I am neither judge nor jury
I only try to do what's right"
And it was then I realized; that when others speak disrespectfully
It says a whole lot more about you
When with all your strength; you respond... gently
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i want to meet you
if ocean waves could take me to you
i'd become one billion grains of sand
in hopes that maybe just a piece of me will reach
the shoreline that you walk on
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Empty -
that foggy, musty, half-decayed memory permeating with the sickly sweet smell of dead roses and the faintest remnants of an open sunny sky and green fields stretching onto infinity, the dust encrusting the edges tainted with the rust of age and the corruption of emotional deception by shadowy demons who at the time were cloaked in sheep's skin, twisting and manipulating your naivety to gouge wounds into your ego that would scar over and haunt you for the remainder of your life. it no longer became a soft earthen path winding through the spring-scented forest with dew-dotted flowers carpeting the mossy floor on either side, it became a matrix of garbage-laden alleyways where the flowers once vibrant rotted on the greasy pavement, scattered alongside rusted syringes and greedy rat's corpses who still clutched at their smudged nuggets of gold with a paralyzed death-grip in hopes of exchanging them for moments of long sought-after ecstasy to mimic joy, the memory of which was so faint that
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Nature's Cuddles
Gentle winds are serenading
My nerves
The little ones are indulging
In beauty and joy
The grass and flowers
Are my bed
The trees and sky
Are my embellished room
Everything is perfect
Right now
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Ephemeral
We grasp at glinting spiders-threads, lines of starry ink twisting over blackened pages, disappearing the moment we lay our eyes upon them. Fractures of concepts crystallize in our conscience, but they are unfathomable, viscous impressions that splinter through higher dimensions. All we get is the taste, only a hint of the substance that our souls are molded from. That glimpse is fleeting, barely a flicker of a millisecond, plaguing us with an unbearable dilemma. We have been granted the gift of sensing what is both abstract and infinitely complex, but we were never meant to comprehend it.
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My Wish For You
May you one day find yourself through the looking glass
realizing you are at the top of the class,
May you always find the wind in your sail,
for running down dreams and to never fail,
May you always have a warm home to go to when you're tired,
a safe place to rest your head, somewhere you're loved and admired,
May all your troubles be solved with a cup of coffee and a slice of pie,
and if you still shed a tear, i will be there to dry your eye,
May you be blessed with age yet live youthfully,
wise as a sage, child's eyes that see truthfully,
May you be fed well for all your days,
contently navigating the maze,
May you be blessed to be surrounded by beautiful things,
abundant inspiring to pull your heart strings,
May you be blessed with true love and everything you crave with it,
unlocking your dreams making your experience legit,
May you never need for anything for the rest of your life,
May you find the perfect combination of husband and wife,
Or wife and wife, husband or husband,
may
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Twenty-Four
1. 00:00
Flames.
2. 01:00
Everything collapsed.
3. 02:00
They ran – fell.
4. 03:00
Pain – over and over.
5. 04:00
The sky boiled; humanity prayed.
6. 05:00
They waited, worried. Help never came.
7. 06:00
The sun vanished first – the stars followed.
8. 07:00
Darkness settled over everything; plants crumbled to dust.
9. 08:00
The gods remained silent as the world was ending.
10. 09:00
Soon, the storms arrived; each city became an icy mausoleum.
11. 10:00
The streets were littered with broken glass, and so many bodies.
12. 11:00
Few survived; even then, their numbers dwindled quickly. Hunger picked them off.
13. 12:00
A man wearing an aluminum crown wandered the wastes – he proclaimed himself king.
14. 13:00
Everything was ice – the eye of a crow’s corpse reflected his fear.
15. 14:00
His breath hung in the air; his legs ached from walking.
16. 1
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A Tale of Gods and Wizards - Chapter Two
A year passed in insufferable monotony. Aliisa woke up at the crack of dawn every day, labored until noon doing whatever Lady Juliana requested of her, ate a cold lunch of gruel and bread, and worked until sundown before collapsing on her cot for a few brief hours of desperately-needed sleep. She dreamed of her infinite hallway and of the freedom she might obtain by walking through one of its doors. It taunted her, almost—lurking behind every strange vase, following her only to disappear when she turned around. Aliisa woke with a heavy heart every morning and prepared herself for another day of work. Only one more year. She could do it. Just one more year. In fact, she’d started counting down the days … 293 left until she could leave the palace forever.
    For Cabe, the number of days remaining was significantly less. He wasn’t seventeen yet, but the day was coming. He didn’t know the exact date of his birth, so he’d picked one w
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Laylania Chapter 5
I stepped out of the changing room in my new costume that somehow fit me perfectly. I looked at Cleite and asked, "How did you guys get the perfect fit for my costume?"
She twiddled her fingers as she replied, "Umm you know how I said Gadalka saw you in a vision?"
I nodded.
"Well since she saw you, she also kinda figured out your sizes . . ."
I don't know whether I should feel complimented or creeped out.
I then thought back to the events that happened a few hours ago.
I walked to the hut that I used to call home. Akuheki was busily speed walking around doing something I couldn't see.
"Um hey . . ." I trailed off.
She said without looking at me, "We need to up our game if we want to compete with THAT!"
"Um speaking about Laylania-"
"Everyone was amazed and only a few children look at me like that when I perform!" Akuheki continued as if I never said anything.
It pissed me off that everything was always about her. I said loudly before she could say anything else, "I'm leaving to join La
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Laylania Chapter 4
The audience started to talk loudly among themselves as they stood up and walked out of the tent. I glanced at Akuheki and she looked super impressed with the carnival troop. She grinned and I think she forgot about me as she stood up and walked out of the tent.
As people were filing out of the tent, I looked around me at the now empty seats. The knives and daggers that Dao and Tanken threw were still in stands. Before I knew it, I was the only one left in the tent.
Awkwardly, I quickly walked to the exit of the tent and suddenly felt hands on my shoulders. I turned around and saw that it was Cleite and Dao again.
"So did you like our show?" Cleite asked me with a brilliant smile.
I pointed at them and stuttered, "Y-you all . . . you all have devil marks!"
They just laughed at me and Dao said, "As I was saying before you ran away yesterday, that these marks aren't called "Devil Marks"!"
I looked at them skeptically and asked, "Then if they aren't devil marks, then what are they?"
"This
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I love the word "forevermore". I just love it. It's so amazing and poetic and just as awesome as ice cream.
With the turn of a page, her journey began.

She was in the middle of the desert, braving a ferocious sandstorm. The camels had been lost a long time ago, along with all their supplies. She had to reach a camp, or she would not survive. She would just be one of a thousand travelers buried deep underneath the desert sands. 


She stood on the deck, breathing in the salty sea air. A hat sat on her head, her trusty sword by her side. She was ready to fight. Looking to the first mate, she nodded. The cannons fired, and the battle began. 


She ran through the ruins of an ancient temple, holding an amulet that she knew was cursed in her hands. Unexplainable tragic and horrible accidents followed her along her path to the bottom of the mystery. 


She sat in a putrid cage, about to face certain death. She held hands with him, and they cried together. Tear-stained face tilted up, she experienced a salty kiss with the person she wanted to be with in her last breaths. 


She executed her secret plan. Using clever battle tactics never seen before, she fought to drive the evil away. Fought to escape an enemy ten times larger than her, and armed to the teeth.


She had traveled across the world, and across time, to find one thing. To find out how to defeat the evil that had been conquering the world. Standing in front of the monster she was fighting, she realized what she needed... had been inside her all along. 


She stood there. Bloodied and injured, but victorious.


With the turn of a page, her journey ended. 

But she would remember it forevermore.
This is only my second critique, so here goes. I love the way you planned out the poem, with most of the verses in the same rhythm. The words you used were very eloquent, and perfectly described the scene, creating a clear picture in my mind of what is happening. How you described the grass and flowers as your bed, and the trees and sky as your embellished room is a very nice metaphor. However, I feel like the ending is a little abrupt, and it doesn't really fit in with the rest of the poem. The rhythm of the other verses completely stops once you read the ending. Overall, it is a wonderful poem. Well done.
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Chapter 7 - Renn

Adri opened her eyes. There was a strangely familiar lizard sitting on her nose.

Its tiny white claws dug into her skin. Green scales brushed with silver covered its whole body. It had a long, slender tail that moved from side to side periodically. The head was almost horse-like, with flat nostrils and oval shaped ears. Out of its mouth came a bright red, forked tongue that almost seemed like was tasting the air. It's huge eyes were black, with swirls of deep red, the two colours blending and mixing, turning around and around, as if it was trying to tell her something.

Re... Renn...

Suddenly, enormous, bat-like wings spread from its body, breaking the trance. Adri squeaked in surprise, and, startled, it flew away. Adri's breath hitched in her throat, and she looked over to Will, still loudly snoring. Adri breathed a sigh of relief. Still, she frowned.

"But... didn't I see that wyvern back in... Wildwoods?"

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Having dismissed her experience early in the morning as a dream, Adri was obediently grooming a horse for one of the lords to have an evening ride, along with Will and Evan. Her head felt unusually heavy, but she assumed that it was because of the tangled knots she had forgotten to brush that morning, sleeping in yet again. She had been a stable "boy" for quite a few weeks now, but she still couldn't get the hang of the sleeping schedule. Thankfully, Will was always there to watch her back, and she had never gotten in trouble. Of course, there had been quite a few close shaves. 

"Oi, Adrian, can you hand me a brush?" Will shouted from another stall.

Adri rolled her eyes, and threw the brush in his general direction. She heard a pronounced ow, but its tone was a lot higher than Adri expected.

"I said hand, not throw. Besides, you hit Evan." Will grumbled.

"Does it look like I care?" Adri stifled a laugh. 

"Who was the one who woke you up today?" Will asked. 

Adri sighed, and walked over to Evan to take the brush. When he saw her, Evan raised his eyebrows with a judgemental expression. Adri scowled and grabbed the brush out of his hands, attributing the gesture to his usual crankiness.

"Here's your stupid brush." Adri held out the object. 

Will walked around the horse. "Thanks, Ad - BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" 

"What?" Adri snapped. 

After quite a few tries, Will paused his obnoxious guffawing. "There's a - a - LIZARD ON YOUR HEAD!" He collapsed into helpless laughter once again. 

Adri huffed. She took the creature in her hands, and slowly lifted it off her head. Holding it in her hands, she examined it closely.

"I swear..." she mumbled. Sighing, she let it go, watching it fly up to the rafters. A yell from Will got her attention.

"Aargh! What the hell was that?!" He shouted, pointing to the roof.

"You don't know what a wyvern is?" Adri asked, confused.

"I was born in this city. What's a bloody wyvern? And why does it have wings?" Will stared up after it.

Adri shrugged. "It's kind of like a lizard, but has wings. It's a species of dragon, the most common actually, not to mention the smallest. There are quite a few legends about them. Some say they can breathe fire, read thoughts, shapeshift. Most think those are old wives' tales." 

Will looked at her closely. "Do you?"

"Y - yes, of course." Flustered, Adri handed him the brush roughly and walked quickly away.

Once he was out of earshot, Adri muttered, "At least, that's what I used to think."

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LittleMissWriter7
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Artist | Student | Literature
United States
The best way to describe my artwork is "miscellaneous", aka not actual art. I'm pretty good at origami, and I can use some computer effects for metaphors. I also write pretty good stories! At least, I hope so. Read it and tell me! If you have any good stories or dragons (I'm kinda a geek that way), please tell me.
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the :+fav:s and :+devwatch: I appreciate the support!

Welcome to DA,
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LittleMissWriter7 Featured By Owner 1 day ago  New Deviant Student Writer
Thank you for your wonderful comment!
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! :hug:
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FaerieWarrior Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the llama and favs =3
I hope you enjoy my story "Laylania"!
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LittleMissWriter7 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  New Deviant Student Writer
You're welcome
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inkedacrylic Featured By Owner 5 days ago   General Artist
thank you for the fave and watch! :D
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LittleMissWriter7 Featured By Owner 5 days ago  New Deviant Student Writer
You're welcome
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AbyssAfire Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2017   Writer
Thank you for the favorite :blackflame:
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LittleMissWriter7 Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2017  New Deviant Student Writer
You're welcome
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brazenglory Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2017
Heeeey! Thank you so much for the watch! It is very much appreciated!
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