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My motto.誰もが誰かを傷つけることが可能です。 物理的にまたは口頭かどうか、それは傷を引き起こします。 若干の傷は、薬とケアで癒されることができます。 時には、それは不可能である。どんなに それはまだ傷を残す。あなたが謝罪するまで、その傷跡はそこに滞在しなければなら
Rivlette Ridge“Mrs. Ridge, do you know this man?” asked the police officer, I stared at the picture of my mom’s murderer; tan skin, black greasy hair, mustache that looked like it had been drawn on with a sharpie. Yup, it was him alright, the same person I vowed to assassinate.
“No, I don’t have any idea who that is.”
"But you described him in great detail, and we have a picture of the man you described right here. Javier Black, escaped convict, he was on trial for 12 murders in the same week. This must be the man you were talking about.”
“Well, he isn’t can I please go now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. The officer looked at me suspiciously, then he reached into his pocket and held out a piece of paper out to me.
“My card, call the number if you see him again, or if you have any clue who murdered your mother. Understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” I took the card from his hand and shoved it roughly in my poc
Rivlette Ridge-Prolouge“Rivlette, honey, I need you to lock yourself in my room, and hide in my closet. Don’t come out until the police come, okay?” Said Lynie, 10 year old Rivlettes mother. Rivlette looked up at her, fear in her eyes.
“But mommy, what about you? Where will you hide?”
“Don’t worry about me, honey, I’ll be fine. I promise.”
Lynie kissed Rivlette on the forehead just as the front door opened with a bang.
“Go!” Lynie yelled, and pushed Rivlette toward her room.
Terrified, Rivlette ran inside her mothers’ room and locked the door, then made a bee line for her mothers’ closet and closed herself in there. She curled up in the corner, covering her ears to try and block out the screams and thumping of running feet. But no matter how hard she closed her eyes, or how firmly she put her hands over her ears, she couldn’t block out the sound of a gunshot and the dying scream of her mother.
A few mi
The Secrets of Svlaria“C’mon, Windy! Do you want to catch that PuffleBall or not?!” yelled Flame, a young Firewing dragon. He was out with his sister, Whirlwind, hunting PuffleBalls; tiny, furry creatures with soft meat. One had gotten a little out of control, resulting in a quite literal wild goose chase. “Flame, you know I’m not as fast a flier as you are!” called out Whirlwind as she bounded in an aerial leap. She felt her wing muscles aching, and signaled for Flame to land. Still in motion, the two stumbled onto the ground for a few seconds, and then continued the chase. Suddenly, Whirlwind stumbled into a large ditch in the ground. Flame stopped, deciding his sister was more important than a dumb PuffleBall. The ground suddenly caved in. “Flame, help! It’s a pit!” the ditch gave way to her weight; she barely managed to grab on to the edge of the seemingly bottomless pit. With exhausted wings, it was up to Flame to save her. Oh dear. Flame raced to t
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