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Child of the Moon: Chapter 1Child of the Moon
~A Percy Jackson and the Olympians Fanfiction~
My lovely life as an orphan.
A silvery wolf was standing in a clearing with many trees around it; the trees were coated with a thin layer of snow. The wolf lifted its head to the moon, its expression was grim. Its silver-yellow eyes looked like they were about to cry I don't even know if wolves can cry. A sudden noise disrupted the wolf from its silence, and it gracefully ran toward the forest opposite the sound. The wolf seemed to know where it was running towards, though it all looked the same to me. When it came across a large rock, it slipped itself into a well concealed gap near the bottom of the rock.
The cave was lit by a torch, which I thought was weird because the wolf seemed to be the only one there no humans were in sight. The cave was fairly large, as big as the average bedroom. The wolf went over to
Is it Really My Time to Shine?I took a deep breath as I stepped forward, my heel going click on the polished marble floor. I took another cautious step; I could feel my earrings dangling at my neck. Another step, then another click, click, click. My breathing was the only thing I could hear, even though there were many voices to be heard. Those voices weren't audible to me. I've become deaf to them. I just gave up on trying listening to those, those voices. I took another step towards the tall doors, my graceful hand reaching out to grab the curved handle.
A wave of nervousness washed over me. "Why am I doing this? I don't need to prove anything to them I have nothing to prove, anyway." I said in my mind, over thinking my motives. I slowly withdrew my hand.
The truth was I don't know why I spent the time all that time trying to impress them. Was it really al
Art PoemA scribble on a scrap
A beat, just a tap
A splash of color,
A drop of paint
Or wondrous complexity
Art, beautiful ART.
W.U.T. SicknessI pushed my way through the bramble that strongly protected my den. The air was brisk; leaffall was upon the clan cats. I looked at the many bright colored trees around me, the red and orange leaves were rustling in the breeze. Then, I heard it. A cough. It was very faint from across the clearing, towards the warriors den. I hurried towards it, my expression growing grim. I must have heard wrong sickness wasn't going to come to LightClan this year I had hoped. We had lost so many cats to greencough last leafbare; we couldn't afford any more deaths. My eyes clouded with grief, "All my fault " I thought bitterly as I pushed my way through the entrance to the warrior's den.
Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the den, I looked around. Most of the warriors were on patrol or out in the clearing, but Stormtalon, Foxtail, Blueshadow, and Lightstorm were sleeping in the den. I started to look at them carefully to make sure they haven't caught the sickness. As I was padd
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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