Zeke:
Zeke placed his things in his freshly furnished desk. A smell of freshly baked bread worked its way up his nose over coming his body. Feeling fuzzy inside, he continued to place his pens into a metal draw that chimed each time a marker was gently placed.
It felt cold. Like when you walk into a cathedral. Empty. Alone.
How did he get here? He clicked his fingers.
The water in a cold glass waved.
What happened if she found out? If he cut himself and she saw orange...
Zeke felt his breath racing down his snowy shirt. His forehead felt wet.
He jumped into his stale sheets. Why should he think about that now? There's no point. Zeke's eyes closed as he dosed of into his meaningless sleep.
(Author's note: Sorry about the lack of posting but I will try post more :)
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The blood stains orange
ПриключенияA fictional story about 4 people that control the elements. Yet a blood thirsty queen wants something no one will ever be able to control. This is a story about friendship, adventure, magic, battles and more! (this is my first book so pls ignore any...
