Generational Curse
I shot up in my bed, sweat beading down my head and face. I felt like someone had just been choking me. Oxygen burned my throat as I gasped for air.
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Just a Dream, Part II
A single tear dripped down my face and stained the paper with some of the hardest words I had ever read. She hadn’t said it exactly, but I knew from her words that she was gone. Not just temporarily, but really gone.
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Her Crumbling Defenses
I opened the trunk and started pulling out my treasures. I set most of them off to one side, making sure to keep a few things as hidden as possible. I just wasn’t ready for him to see everything I’d found in that trunk. Not yet, anyway.
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Command and Serve
“Embracing your animal side? Oh, how very interesting.” The evil smile that crept onto his face sent shivers down my ethereal spine. “Yes, I see how this could be to my advantage.”
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Treasures of Mass Destruction
We’re going to come back to that because that is not a common ability. Anyway, I can find things. Not just anything. Important things. Powerful things capable of mass destruction. Like this.
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Contact, Part III
He stood before me silently for a few seconds, his gaze measuring me from head to toe. Then he did the something that paralyzed me and sent shivers down my spine. He smiled. It was broad and completely devoid of warmth. Then he extended his hand, offering me a handshake I would never take.
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Just a Dream, Part I
Better than that, though, she cared about me. She cared about me in the way my mother used to. She accepted me even though I was a skinwalker and had uprooted her life for me. We were madly in love and could take on the world together.
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Project Sneak Attack
She gasped and clawed at the grass as the ground started to close up, trapping her. She called for her power, to force air down around herself, to push the dirt back. But the dirt kept coming, trapping her. She screamed with a terror she had never felt before as panic gripped her heart.
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Symbols of the Past
Darrell sat in silence for a moment, then straightened himself up in his seat. “Fine, here it is. We’ve been looking for the books in that trunk for a long time. They’re part of a set of journals that have been kept by the women in your family for generations. Though it’s only a rumor, it’s said that the very first journal was written by a woman who had an affair with an otherworldly being.”
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