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Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

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As his words conclude, my number reaches 1,500 and climbing. At the end of two minutes, my number is over 2,000, and my father brings in 82. “The way Blood Water will run moving forward will be utilizing Luna Briar’s plan,” Aiden calls out. We can hear cheering through the room's walls from those outside, and I smile. “Now it is time to see who the Alpha of Blood Water will be,” Judith calls for silence.

I spun around and ran back to the porch. Silas was there, but he wasn't "In" the yard. He was standing on the edge of the property line, where the green grass met a wall of swirling, violet-grey fog. He looked like he was fighting a hurricane, his shadows lashing out at an invisible barrier that kept him from stepping onto the Vance property. "Silas!" I lunged for the edge of the porch, but as my foot touched the gravel, a shock of white electricity blasted me back. "Don't!" Silas yelled, his voice strained. "The property is **Write-Protected**! It’s the Founder’s private archive! I’m a 'Glitch'—the system won't let me in!"

he said, voice deep and metallic. She hugged him. Cold, but his heart still matched hers. “We did it,” she sobbed. “The Board’s gone. The stories are free.” Julian looked at the green sky. “They’re not gone. We crashed their computer, but they’re rebuilding. Version 2.0. And now, there’s a bounty on us.” He pulled out a glowing compass, its needle leading toward a bright spot on the horizon. “The Ghostwriter sent word—there’s a place called The Archive, where stories live after they’re finished and loved. If we get there, the Board can’t touch us.”

From forty-six, she is back in the terrain, walking, doing the work. The terrain at forty-six is the same terrain it has been. The practice. The foundation. The people. The book, now in its final draft, read by Cristina and Ethan and Inés and Yuki and Eilidh, each of whom sent back something she needed: Cristina sent precise notes on the philosophy section; Ethan sent a single email that said *the fourth chapter is the heart of it, make sure the rest knows that*; Inés sent a letter — an actual letter, on paper, from Valencia — that said *this is the book I would have given my father when he was still alive and asking why the archive mattered*; Yuki sent nothing for two weeks and then a messa

A fresh start is what we needed but I promised Lola I’d be at her wedding, and I couldn’t’ go back on my word, plus I had already missed two of my best friends get married I couldn’t miss a third. Another two weeks had slowly passed since being back in Blue Moon and luckily, the whispers and probing eyes had started to ease up. I had braced the village a few times now after I’d finally agreed to meet the girls at Maz’s. Of course, people came over and asked me questions but when the girls could see I had started to get fed up they decided to take me to Dakota’s and Sam’s apartment which was at the Palace. As Sam is Beta, he gets half of the third floor all to himself opposite Layton’s person

At that exact moment, I discover how right and true my dad's words were. One little meaningless and silly moment and you just know. I smiled. I just knew. One day, I will have this man's babies. And by babies, I definitely don't mean Conner. "I never knew what blue meant," He starts, and confusion draws his eyebrows closer, "What does it mean?" I never knew what it meant either, not till now. I smile and shake my head, "How about I tell you about it later?" He doesn't ask further, instead nods, takes my hand in his, and pulls me outside with him. He pauses to a stop as we reach the driveway and he curses something under his breath, "I forgot that my car is at the garage for-,"

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.