Zoraida(zo-rai-duh), that's the name of the woman I have been following for the last three months. With her long, chestnut hair, fair skin, and the most astounding cerulean eyes I had ever had the privilege to view; impossible to look away from. She is always in a constant state of serenity. Never once has she broken the picture of perfection everyone has painted, and come to expect from her. She tells puzzles and jokes to children, helps the elderly, tutors those who request it of her. She is astounding.
Zorya(zoriya), the name of the man that was so strikingly similar to Zoraida. So much so they could have been twins. He was captivating in the same ways, short spiky hair of the same striking colour, pale to an alluring extent, with the same bright, cerulean eyes. He was always bouncing with energy. He is friends with everyone, there wasn't a person in town who didn't know him. He plays rugby with the other men of the town, gets the children to play games such as tag, lava monster, or hide-and-seek with him. He never fails to bring a smile to someone's face.
They are both hiding something, but it seems like a forbidden topic in this small town that has no name worth mentioning. I have been here for six months and have yet to see the two in a room together. One would think the prides of the town would be friendly or, at least, interact with each other. I haven't found proof, but I'm certain that this is the town in which I will find the supernaturals I've been searching for.
I know that I'm getting close.
Supernatural Correspondent, Landon Delpie
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One Shots
Short StoryHere are some one shots I will publish when I remember. This will be marked as complete, because I have no clue when I will update this and there is little to no chance I will continue any of these stories. Maybe I'll add a cover later.
