Truth or Fiction

Truth or Fiction

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., juil. 7, 2015
There’s an old story that the nine hundred and nine people in the small town of Twisp Washington tell their children. A bed time story that goes back to the very route and heart of the town’s history. That children with blue eyes are offspring of a monster that terrorized the small town. In this modern time the town claims that the story is only that a story. The funny thing is that they all believe in that story. They believe it really is real. I know firsthand, since I have royal blue eyes. Like my parents both had before me and my life is a nightmare all thanks to a bed time story. Little did I know that maybe it’s not all make believe. That that bed time story had more truth to it than fiction.
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(74,890 words) The wind rushed past me as my wings beat against the night sky. I noticed a copse of trees up ahead. I slowed to a stop, talons clutching a low-hanging branch. I looked beyond the trees and a pair of glowing golden eyes met my own. Wolf eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I took off. I dodged the trees in my path, but one branch snapped on my wing. My vision blurred, pain lacing through my wing. I continued to flap my wings, clinging desperately to the notion I would make it out alive. More than one wolf was chasing me, their paws a staccato on the ground. They would catch up. They would devour me. I tried to stay in the air, but the pain was unbearable. I fell to the ground, fluttering down like a dead leaf. I snapped my eyes open. Breathing heavily, I sat up. My room shifted in and out of focus as my eyes adjusted. When I was little, my father always told me that dreams were just my imagination, that people were never chased by wolves, and people certainly could never be birds. Vera Stone is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a small Louisiana town by the bayou. Small, boring, where nothing ever happens. Or so she and her friends think. One night the hidden darkness surrounding their town and their lives comes to the surface. Will Vera and her friends figure out the secrets hidden through their town's history before it's too late?

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