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When Stars CryHe hasn’t come to visit me in a long time. I can barely remember the last time I saw his face, his bright eyes watching me with more happiness than giggling babe. I can just see out of my window from my bed: I can see the tops of people’s heads and the roofs of thatched buildings as they move around the town. The sounds of their chatter and footsteps fill my world as I lie alone. It’s cold but my daughter has pulled the covers closer around my neck, keeping me in a warm cocoon. She knows I won’t be here much longer but she keeps smiling as she tucks the cover under my arms.When Stars Cry by Harlequin-Werewolf
“Have you seen your father?” I ask her as she stretches up from my bed. Her thick red hair bounces lightly on her shoulders but at my words her green eyes, just like her father’s, grow dark.
“No,” she says turning away from me, “I haven’t seen him in a long time.”
I feel my heart sink at her words. I missed him. I missed the stubborn way he frow
RunCan’t move. Can’t breathe. Everything hurts. I open my eyes to a high sun beating against my face. There are trees leaning in towards me, twisting out like black and gnarled fingers. For a long time my world was just pain and the bright spot of sun far above me. I watched it roll across the with all the time in the world.Run by Harlequin-Werewolf
After a few moments I managed to push myself to my feet and brush off the dying leaves that had stuck to my clothes. I couldn’t die but it still hurt and it clawed at the emptiness in my chest as I pulled myself back from the brink. I took several deep breaths, my hands shaking as I reached up to shake out the rest of the dry leaves in my hair.
I waited until the trembling in my fingers stopped before I pushed myself to my feet, stretching my arms behind my back and kicking out my legs through more crackling leaves. “Dead again,” I whispered to myself as I stepped away from the pool of drying blood I left behind without looking back. I ru
The Mirror BladeThe mirror was smooth and cold to the touch as she ran her fingers across it. They didn't leave a mark - not a whisper of fingerprints trailing a pale grey line. It shouldn't be there; there was no record of a mirror being brought in, but here it was, completely out of place and completely intriguing. She pulled her hand away and stepped back. The mirror was huge, standing at least six foot tall and surrounded by silver gilding that formed twisted celtic patterns and drew the faces of children and faeries.The Mirror Blade by Harlequin-Werewolf
Liz looked around as the soft sound of music drifted towards her ears. The doors were shut and she was the only one in the room. She swivelled back towards the mirror as the sound grew louder: It was coming from beyond the glass.
"What?" she whispered to herself as she took a step closer to the glass.
The music grew louder and she could pick out voices amongst the melody. She couldn't understand the voices but they were clear and pure, singing high and bright but muffled through the
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