Tag: Creations
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Lycralad: Beginnings (Part One)
I couldn’t believe that I’d finally, at long last, reached the last day of school. No more having to tolerate Logan Ashstead, or ‘ass-head’, as nobody would call him to his face. He was the vilest bully… even some of the teachers winced when he’d walk into the room, late, and always pushing someone out…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Conclusion
Dawnstar opened her eyes. She lay on an uncomfortable bed in a white room. Her arms and legs were strapped to the bars at the sides of the bed. Her wings had been pulled down to the ground and clamped into place. She couldn’t move, and could feel a small electrical charge travelling through her…
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DC’s Dawnstar: Correction
Sheila Evans checked her watch as she hurried along Rodderswych Road. 8:05am. The traffic was a lot busier than usual, she noticed, but at least the road was open to traffic again. All of the roads were. She reached the familiar sight of the bus stop, and opened the gate to the garden just behind…
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Night
The rains stop. The clouds disperse, and one by one the stars emerge. The sodden ground slowly drying But damp enough for reflection. Almost everything from Creation swept away. Although maybe Just maybe There’s already a spark of something new.
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High Winds
And the high winds come Replacing the thunderous claps With a constant howl. Raindrops, Now ferocious, Like a liquid fire, Lash down Further filling the creation, Scattering colour and petals alike, Consuming what had been here before. Now, the edge is reached.
The Mansionic Perspective 