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Ryan Everfrost
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    Time 53 minutes
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    Reads 127
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    Votes 26
  • WpPart
    Parts 7
  • WpHistory
    Time 53 minutes
Ongoing, First published Jun 18, 2015
A story I wrote some years ago and never quite finished. Perhaps posting it will motivate me to write more. 

Hey, I didn't ask to be anything special. But now, waking up in this ridiculous school, it appears as if that's exactly what I am: special. And not in the cutsey-buttons "you're a special little snowflake" kind of way. More like a "you're a mutant freak and we don't know what to do with you" kind of special.

Plus I can't remember any dang thing, so I'm kind of useless. And I'm pretty sure my wings don't even work, which is just dumb.

The Institute found me.

Things start to get even weirder, with voices inside my head, a magical kingdom in the sky, and fierce, pink killer bees. Seriously. Don't mess with the bees.

This is my story, as weird as it seems. Hopefully some good comes out of it.
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The Other Side

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I actually did this story about over a month ago, I had just accidentally deleted it, so......yeah. Don't judge please! But, needless to day I am doing the story again so please read, if you like cool, if not, cool. I just love writing. So this story is based off of the villain's perspective. Here we go. No-one has ever loved me. Not one, except my mother, but she is dead now. Because of one word. Humans. They think they know everything, always trying to better the world when they are actually destroying it. Yet they blame me for everything, everything. Not one of them is different. They're all the same. I should know, since they are always out to get me almost every single day. But why do they blame me? I don't know, it's just in a mortal's nature to point the finger at someone else. It's stupid though. They know nothing of my story. Nothing of the Other Side.