JUST GETTING FEEDBCK ON MY BOOK

JUST GETTING FEEDBCK ON MY BOOK

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Fantasy
A thief with a thirst for power A gambler with a need for knowledge A princess who can't walk away from a fight An all-knowing coward How can their weaknesses become their strengths in this new world? Ace Night's life had felt like an everlasting summer-bright like the start of a sunny July day, where you could taste the sugary ice lollies that melted five seconds in the summer"s sun and smell the scent of chlorine and cologne her brothers never lost. She wasn't sure when the days began to dull and leave a bitter taste in her mouth, but her summers always returned. Her guess was Halloween, but then again it always happened before then, just a bit more frequent now. Those mornings often felt like the colour grey and dark circles under eyes, unpleasant like storm clouds but with reassurance they would pass. . . . You learn many things in one year, and Ace had learned this years ago. Danger lurks in mysterious places. And those places are where you least expect them.
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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