Lucia The Evil Stepmother

Lucia The Evil Stepmother

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jul 28, 2016
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Fiction
Paranormal
It was a day of sorrow. Jane was a young and adventurous girl. She lives with her father Jack and evil step mother Lucia. His father was a kind and humble person until he married Lucia. This woman is such bad influence, Jane thought silently in her room. As time went by after a few months Jane's father went to work, he was a doctor in Holyhood hospital. On this day Jane was alone at home and a letter was delivered by some strange man wearing black. The letter was from Mr Anonymous, the letter stated as follows: Dɛaʀ Jaռɛ Tɦɨs ʟɛttɛʀ ɨs tօ ɨռʄօʀʍ ʏօʊ tɦat ʏօʊʀ ʄatɦɛʀ աas ɨռʋօʟʋɛɖ ɨռ aռ aċċɨɖɛռt aռɖ ʏօʊ aʀɛ ċʊʀʀɛռtʟʏ ռɛɛɖɛɖ at tɦɛ քօʟɨċɛ statɨօռ...... Kռօա tɦat tɦɨs աas ռօt an aċċɨɖɛռt ɮʊt ɨt աas քʟaռռɛɖ ɮʏ Lʊċɨa Fʀօʍ Mʀ Aռօռʏʍօʊs.... Tօ be continued plz text me if you are interested in me finishing it up....peace
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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