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Elith Anor And The Cosmic Door
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Ongoing, First published Oct 17, 2016
A 22 year old had just finish college and was making her way to her first job. She didn't really make any friends during her three boring years in college thanks to her shyness and weird personality. She made her way to the front door of the little coffee shop on the corner of the street and reached for the handle of the yellow poke dotted red door. As she opened the door and stepped over the fresh hold  looking down at her owl necklace. She started her journey into the unknown.
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[COMPLETED] My grandmother is a witch. My mother is a witch. My sisters are witches. Even my daddy is a warlock when he's not moonlighting as a rat (a consequence of the aforementioned grandmother's temper). So you would think I would be a witch too, right? Nope. Not a spark of magic resides in my fingertips, and even worse, I'm beginning to think I'm allergic to magic. Kind of a big problem when you live in the middle of the most magical town in Mississippi. I'm just biding my time until I turn eighteen. Then, I can pack my bags and move out into the real world- with the normal humans. Until then, I just have to survive my grandmother's experiments, my sister's nasty temper, and the charms of the town's bad boy, Ash Goodwin. Easy...ier said than done.