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 I laughed as my brothers played their instruments for the crowd and danced along with the tune. It was my job after all. My sisters and I would dance with bells on to entertain the people who came to our little show. Others would visit the fortune teller while they were here. My cousin would eat flames and swallow swords. Tramps and thieves were what we were most often called, as men would lay with our women and they would buy the snake oils the fortune teller would sell them. But we were gypsies, traveling from city to city in our covered wagons and never spent more than a week anywhere. The music stopped as the crowds turned and I stoppe

He watched Ashley across the room. Standing too far away to really tell, Eddy knew that the dance's lights would be flickering off the bright red Irish curls, highlighting freckles with each pass. He knew the green sweater Ashley was wearing highlighted those sparkling green eyes and the slender body. With a deep breath, he pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against and headed over to the table where Ashley was sitting with two giggling girls. He tried to ignore the loud thumping of his heart, the heat of the dance area, the pounding of the music in his ears. He wanted quiet peace as he approached Ashley, but at a high school dance, quiet

After a few days, we left the hospital. Lenore and I were both able to walk without feeling dizzy, but I was still incredibly sore. At home, I sat on my bed as Lenore went into the bathroom to check her mark again. I looked down at my hands. My own marks were claws on my fingertips, pretty much tattoos, but they looked real. I also rolled up my sleeves, and it looked like there was white fur around my wrists. Looking through the bathroom door, I could see Lenore's back in the mirror, with black wings spread between her shoulder blades. Flashes of images came to me. Memories. I saw through wolf eyes as the bully was ripped apart. The violenc

“He’s still sitting on his knee!” Louise whispered at me. “What?  Where?” I replied, stupidly spinning around on my chair to observe the manlove. But that was a girl on a boy’s knee...  Oh...  A little to the right were two boys, one sitting nonchalantly on the other’s knee, idly texting on his phone while the other pretended that he wasn’t affected.  He tried to participate in the conversation with the rest of his large group, but I could see the way his hands were itching to wrap around the waist of the boy sitting on him.  The boy squirmed happily, settling further into the other’s lap and fee

 The silvery water of the creek raced through the forest, carrying with it the last memories of summer. Far above the emerald grass, the wind danced through the leaves. The trees were ablaze with the fire of mother nature. My feet led me down an unknown path. But I didn't care. With the sun filtering down on me I felt content.

"Donny has a date tonight, Donny has a date tonight," Zebbie chanted, running through the house while Don chased after her, prepared to kill. It really was his own fault for not giving in to her blackmail, but he didn't think she'd actually tell their mom. "Donny has a date tonight!" she shouted as they slid into the kitchen, just a moment before he clasped his hand over his loud-mouthed sister's pie-hole. Their mother raised a brow as she looked up from the newspaper. "I thought you were hanging out with friends tonight." He flushed. His face was always an open book when caught in a lie. He hated it. "I, uh, we were, uh, and then, uh, we

The Company's headquarters covered a little over a square mile, and was surrounded on three sides by several more miles of farmland. It was irrigated by the Yemen, and powered by a field of solar generators that lay in front of the three main buildings like a shining black gate. During the early stages of planning, the Company, which had been founded by several students from the University of Pennsylvania and Princeton in Northeastern America, decided that the best place for us to sustain life would be in Southern Saudi Arabia. With racial warfare virtually forgotten, it would be the best place for fresh water, sunlight, free game, and acces

Allow me to take you back to a world that no longer exists.  A world that had such cruel segregation, that babes of unwanted traits were ripped from their mother’s breasts before they had their first chance to suckle. Most of these unlucky children ended up in the government’s military ranks. Trained from birth to be soldiers. For the others, slave shops loomed on every corner, selling the innocent for work, sex, fighting rings, or anything their master wished them to be. In this realm, those with light eyes were considered people, but those unfortunate enough to be born with brown eyes, would only know the cruel life of slavery