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Mirage
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Ongoing, First published Jul 14, 2025
'Come to me.' The words were slowly carved into the wood in her room. Celeste's heart thumped in her chest. 

"They found me... but how?" She whispered as she watched the last curve of the 'e' burn into the wood. The smoke from the fire smelled like Ginger and Lavender, which she thought was odd, but then it clicked. 

"No... It can't be." And then, as if on cue, the familiar two rapt knocks sounded on her door and echoed in her room. 

Plunged into a world she thought didn't exist after the death of her mother, Celeste found herself continuously in deep waters as she tried to harness her powers. The peace of the realms threatened to be disturbed by forces with power she couldn't begin to comprehend. 
But the fate of everyone hung on her shoulders. Will she crumble under the weight and fail everyone? Or will she emerge victorious?

©Muibah Aboderin 
9|10|2024
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8 parts Ongoing

Lara, in this magical and enchanting world, nothing is a lie! So believe in fairy tales. This was the phrase my mother whispered to me every night with her gentle voice. When she read the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk," I would always curiously ask: • But why don't I have a magic bean that can take me wherever I want? She would smile kindly and keep hope alive in my heart. We all believed in magic and wizards as children, fairy tales, and Little Red Riding Hood! I wished I would never know the bitter taste of reality. But years after her death, I faced the harsh reality of the world; a reality I had always tried to escape. After my mother's death, her voice remained with me, inviting me to the bright world of hope; unlike many who grew up and no longer believed in any childish dreams. But I remained faithful to stories and the land of fairies, believing that destiny awaits us all! We are born into different tales and live with love. However, the bitterness of the world ensnared me in its grip. Just when I was only nine years old, I became acquainted with the bitter reality of life; when the snowy night arrived! I had never seen snow so terrifying and ugly. Because my mother was in bed, coughing up blood and taking her last breaths. A tiny bit of white snow had fallen from my woolen boots onto the ground, and when her hand hung limp, droplets of blood dripped from her fingers onto the snow, turning it red.