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Today, something twisted inside me. I rarely check the news—it’s too depressing, and I can’t stop the horrors happening—but today, I did. First story: Syrians fleeing their homes. Next: free pancakes in Manchester. Pancakes and death, side by side. We’re immune now, aren’t we? Bombings, mass graves, murdered children, all […]
Oh, I added a plugin, all shiny and new, To count all the visitors coming to view. I clicked and I tinkered, set it up right, Then checked on the app—oh, what a delight! Two visits, it said, a number so small, “Surely more love me,” I thought, “that can’t […]
When I was a little girl, being raised by my grandparents was far harder than most might imagine. Grandparents are often thought of as the ones who sneak you sweets when your mum isn’t looking, or let you stay up past your bedtime. But mine? They were strict. Steeped in […]
The battlefield was quiet now, the echoes of battle faded a week before. Magnus and Rowen were gone, their forces shattered, but the scars of their rebellion lingered in the broken ground and the still weary faces of those who survived. The prophecy had been fulfilled….the two white wolves and […]
– PROPHECY- The royal palace stood resilient under the silvery moonlight, a fortress of strength and unity. For days, the King’s allies had gathered, forming an army six thousand strong. Among them stood warriors from across the packs, each bringing their unique skills and fierce loyalty. Yet Magnus’s forces loomed […]
-MAGNUS- The dim glow of the fire in the Shadowclaw packhouse cast ominous shadows as Magnus stood across from Rowen. The room was filled with alphas from other packs, all murmuring in discontent at the strained alliance. Rowen, smug and overconfident, leaned back in his chair, his sharp tone cutting […]