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Stranded

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Reads 27
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Parts 2
Time 7m

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After the death of his mother, Rhys embarks on a week-long journey with his new friend Kai, an Indian off the reservation he lives near. A sudden storm causes them to get separated, leaving Rhys defenseless against the wilderness in the middle of a storm that doesn't seem to be letting up.

But he's not completely alone.

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"What? Kai, is that you?" Rhys called out, his voice quivering. He doubted he was heard, the sound of the rain drowning out his timid voice effortlessly.

Again, that horrible, distorted voice rang out from within the darkness, shaking the teen to his core. It screamed for help, sounding so distant yet so incredibly close. Then, for a moment, Rhys felt as if the entire world fell silent, even the rain haf stopped it's pitter-patter. Then the most horrifying, bone-shattering roar sounded from above him, and he froze. Slowly, his head moved, barely inching up until his eyes locked on to two sharp, inhumanly glowing irises staring down at him hungrily.

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DISCONTINUED by dancingfarmanimals

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.

AGAINST THE WIND : Jacob & Renesmee by Ali24097

Something has awakened in the quileute reservation,and is coming for Renesmee? An ancient quileute enemy.Can Jacob and the others save her? Or will she be lost forever. If this would intrigue your interest do vist the book and please read ~~~~ Suddenly, the strong fury of wind billowed us all and then throughout the forest with a powerful passion shoving all the trees and uprooting the shrubs. I grew strong 'against the wind', muscles working all the more; holding up the gravity. I am okay with it. I thought to myself. The wind howled through every conifer, growing violent and then after a moment_everything stopped. I never took my eyes off her...she stood still, her eyes wide-open. There was a caution in her bravery. Unblinking. Fearful. Trembling. The forest grew abnormally silent as if every shattering of leaves was put on a pause. I took a step ahead_ suddenly we heard a terrored sob, an ominously dark figure appeared from inside the woods. I walked two steps forward; with a tiny flicker of my eyes and then___ it was lost or gone?

The Bird People by WendyyWolfe

In 1600s Virginia, a small colonial village sprang up unceremoniously on the sacred burial grounds of the Native American people it was taken from, the Nottoway. Now, an ancient evil has been awakened in the form of Elementals known as The Bird People and it is suspected that the Nottoway Tribe has cursed the ground in revenge for being encroached upon by colonial settlers. After failed crops, still births, deaths, burnt homes and facing starvation, superstitions run rampant and the townspeople do the only thing they can think of in the late 1600s to appease these angry and destructive spirits. Give them an offering. It is quietly decided by the elders of the community, in an effort to keep these spirits of the bird people at bay, that every woman should give up her first born infant daughter to them. One such young mother cannot bear this resolution much less imagine giving up her only child. In order to keep her only child, a daughter, she makes a baby out of straw and gives that instead, bringing chaos to their puritan village. A cursed girl. The man who loves her. A questionable death. Native American Lore. Elemental Guardians. A village built on sacred burial grounds. What could go wrong? -An ONC Shortlisted Winner- -ONC Ambassadors Pick- MAIN PROMPT No. 56 In a world where humans and magical creatures coexist a detective must solve a murder case that threatens to plunge the two communities into war. **My twist of the prompt is that the 'other community' are Wendigos. Wendigos are similar in effect to Skin-Walkers. Ⓜ️𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 Will include: Paranormal Activity, Ritual Activity, Superstitions, Early American Colonial Life, Native American Lore/Subjects, Descriptions of child birth and death. Maybe some difficult situations.

Rosin by _Tiny_Stories_

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Vile | H.S | by narcissistiches

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DISCONTINUED

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.