Night Light
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  • Reads 18
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 38m
Ongoing, First published Jan 27, 2015
"Why call me a thief if I pay?" I asked. I had broken into the same coffee shop as I always do when I look for an escape from my world.  My world, dark, colorless, and full of hate. This coffee shop puts a dent in my dreary moods, with it's moon light color and smells, and the imaginary sounds that only exist in my head. I loved this place of escape. It belongs to Day people, so naturally, I can't see it in action. I blame the stupid curfews that split us into two social groups, the Day and the Night. Each group getting a total of thirteen hours to enjoy the outdoors, with an hour in between for clean up, everything is separated. I live on the right side of the street, with the rest of the night people in my town. This coffee shop, is on the left. Oh, how i wish that I could see it in the daylight for once, filled with the laughing, colorful people of the Day. I had no idea that my wish would come true, sadly, it came with a terrible price.
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Wendizzy's Writer Room

2 parts Ongoing

In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed. Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family. Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.