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We the Good Spirits [incomplete/on hold until further notice/critique welcome]
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  • Reads 35
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 12
  • Time 3h 20m
Ongoing, First published Sep 03, 2020
Mature
Phyllis Willows is considered something like a princess of attitude by many of the adults around her, and it is a part of her that she has to put up with. Meanwhile, there's a few external forces stressing her out, too, which include her self-entitled mother. Her resentment is a powerful thing... including as a magnet for nosy spirits and desperate magi!
[This has the mature rating on, but I want people from grades 8-10 and round there to be able to read this at some point, too. If anyone has any suggestions so that I can keep it... edgy, but like a bit MORE APPROPRIATE, I guess... while I don't garuntee to take all of them, but I will gladly read. I will take inspiration, at least. It'd be greatly appreciated, so thank you to anyone who contributes. :)]
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You Know I'm No Good

1 part Complete Mature

Sequel to Love Is A Losing Game I could accelerate time so hours pass in minutes. I could slow time down, the world around me coming to a near halt at the blink of an eye. But I did not have the ability to go back in time and mend my mistakes. No, that is something that I had to face like everyone else. With sudden, lingering pangs of regret when I was reminded of what I'd done. With longing glances to the woman I knew needed space when I wanted nothing more than to be close to her. With stinging indents formed on my tongue from holding back everything I wanted to say. That's what everyone did, right? Wait until it's the right time to apologize, to explain my side of the story in the hope that she would understand at the very worst, forgive at the best. But even to someone who had all of the time in the world, it never felt like the right time. And, no matter how many times I imagined the conversation in my head, nothing I came up with sounded like the right thing to say.