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storyAlan looked up at them silently, his heart pounding furiously. The creature approached Professor Beetlesnout, and grabbed his arm twisting and securing behind his back. Professor Beetlesnout remained silent. ‘Oi’ shouted out the creature ‘Peachy!’ There was a moment of silence, and then it was interrupted by a loud crunching sound. ‘It’s Petrie.’ came another voice ‘Oh no! Not again’ ‘Yes, again. How many times do I have to tell you? You never call me by my first name, and if you ever do which you’d better not, call me by proper name: Petrie. I should have expected something like that from you. I don’t evenstory
by ~Alanmarvle
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Witch Way?Miraila came down for breakfast. Eye of newt, again. “Damn”, she thought, “Can’t mom ever make something else?” “Dear, eye of newt is very good to start a day with. Actually it’s the best thing there is, since it has so much energy. Now stop thinking bad things, because you know I’ll just read your mind anyway.” Miraila growled. Damn mother, graduated from school Cum Laude. With her mother being one of the best witches in Witchtown, and her father the most powerful warlock next to the mayor, and therefore aWitch Way?
by ~Rainbowstarbw
The Face in the SnowShe watches the snowflakes coming down. As a child, she and her brother used to try and recognize shapes in the falling snow. Not a game she wants to play now, but it has become second nature to her. Whenever snow falls she can’t help but see one specific face. She can not forget him, even though she never really knew him that well. On a night like this it is even harder to not think of him. The cold outside, with the snow drifting, makes her drift back in time to that night where she met him.The Face in the Snow
She did not want to go out. When her friends came
by ~Rainbowstarbw
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