"Well, my mother is Muslim and my dad was Catholic." "But what do you believe?" Death asked. "I believe that I'm dead and talking to the bloody grim reaper. And despite the fact that I'm the one wearing the hijab, I'm showing more skin than you are." "Haha," Death mocked and waved around a skeletal hand. "Funny. Really, it's great you have a sense of humor. You'll need it where we're going." "Where is that?" "Come on. We're taking a ride." "You didn't answer the question." (()) A tale about a dead girl and a walking, talking skeleton. «Not meant to be spiritual or demonstrating perfect Islam. Just involving a Muslim character» «Meant to advertise acceptance and love for all»

Peace can't last forever when war is the law of man. For years, Eli's village was content to ignore the signs. ...the silence, the whispers, the cold... Then in one faithless hour, they were gone. With blood in his ears and Aldyth's hand tucked in his own, Eli runs. Away from his family, away from his home, and away from the soldiers of the East Cardinal, who rain terror down upon the Confederate cities. Unbeknownst to them, Taurus, an elven huntsman, tracks the train of the Easterners. He was a man looking to find himself, to hear beyond the screaming, misery, and death. And with a few well-shot arrows and a splash of elvish magic, the three's fates are tied, and Eli, Aldyth, and Taurus find themselves bound together as they venture on toward the mysterious North Cardinal. With each mile they cover, the tension builds. Eli's family is captured with chains chaffing their wrists. The East is growing and none can resist. Aldyth is changing; her eyes glow with blood. And elves can't be trusted, no matter what. And the only thing Eli can do about it is run as hard as he can toward the border of the North Cardinal, a task that many say is likened with death. //Trailer by @Tinkertaydust// //Copyright © 2016 by copyright.com// //Edited by @skygardens// //cover by @stardust24601//

Suddenly, the flags stopped turning, the drumline fell to silence, and the trumpet section brought their horns down from their faces. "None of them made it to school this morning." [[]] There comes a point in friendship when those peers closest to you become an extension of yourself, and one finds that they'll do anything to keep the others safe. Michael, Tony, Abbie, Lisha, and Ian are an emblem of that sentiment. For as long as they can remember, they've dragged each other through their lowest dirges and their highest flights. They would never do anything to hurt each other. That is, until the moment they are forced into the game of a shaded, masked man who abducts the five, and throws them into a virtually doorless stone prison with only three simple sentences and two manic choices to haunt their minds. "Three of you will walk out of here. Two of you will die. I'll leave it among yourselves to decide who. " Copyright © 2015 by Mya Brava #564 in Mystery/Thriller 8.30.16

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