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This is Part 2 of the Mystery of Lotus View that I finally decided to write!! Yep, yep, it's a miracle. Please, please, keep the applause and cheering down. Thank you. And now before a freak storm happens, I explode, or evil monkeys kidnap me, here is the story. Also, this one is mostly a filler. I’m still trying to decide what I’m going to do next. "Boys." The librarian hushed the two boys who were sitting in a corner, nearly hidden behind stacks of questionable books. "Simon, shut up!" David hissed. He glanced around, but no one seemed...
A Lotus Casino (Percy Jackson)/Westview (Wanda Vision) vibe with special appearances from Supernatural and The Shadowhunter Chronicles. (if you haven’t read/read any of them, then I would definitely recommend) This is Part One of my Mystery of Lotus View series. That’s the thing about this city; once you enter, you can never leave. Have you ever heard of the Mystery of Lotus View? (ik creative name) It is a strange midwestern city, shroud...
Submitted to Contest #75
Connor woke up in a white room, conscious of only a few things. One: He was not clothed. Two: His name was Connor. And Three: His mind was a complete blank. And try as he might, he couldn't remember what had happened that landed him there. Or what happened yesterday. Or what happened the day before or the day before-he couldn't remember anything. Not his parent's names. Nor if he had friends or a pet. It was like he was a newborn baby but still had some things intact like knowing words and what things were. He supposed that it wasn't the end...
Submitted to Contest #25
I keep my head down as I scurry from one building to the other, glancing around furtively in case someone grows suspicious of me. I glance at the list in my hand, the one that bears the names of some people that I was in charge of hunting down. A member of a group of hunting the undead ghosts, the group passed a resolution: the person with the most number of kills that year, would become the leader of the group. I was intent on being victorious overall. It was the last day of the contest and Allig Foredo is the man who was next, ...
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