The Mountain Is You Thriftbooks Novels & Stories

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

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As I’m running I feel a sharp, burning pain go through my side and as I fall to the ground I hear someone shout, “I hit one, she’s down” I can hear footsteps hurriedly making their way towards me, I crawl a ways ahead of me and find the edge of a cliff. It’s too dark, there’s no way to know how far down it goes. I decide to take my chances and drag myself over the edge. I fall down a ways and land on a ledge that gives way under my weight and I slide down the side of the mountain. ***

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

[I'm coming, lover] Leonardo whispered, and as he let Thrift lead them towards the mountain, fire trails lined their way as they ran. *****

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she finishes triumphantly. I gape at the pages, reviewing everything the folder holds: several drawings of the mountain and the territory, photos of the pack land, the caves, and packmembers. “This is amazing,” I breathe out and use the whole surface of the wall table to pace the papers out. “It gets better,” Mom steps beside me and flips to the last page to point out a paragraph for me.

3rd Person The mountain village of Alta Montaña sat so deep in the rainforest that unless one was standing at its center, they might never realize it was there. It was well known throughout the kingdom for its beauty and artisan wool goods, but it wasn’t the sort of place many Southern Islanders went unless they were trading or hoping to soak up some time in nature.

The ink was slightly faded, written in his heavy, familiar scrawl years ago, when the first symptoms of the mountain's awakening had started to show in his joints. Elena, If you are reading this, it means the mountain finally called the collection, and I wasn't strong enough to keep it from reaching you. I’m sorry I couldn't be the mate you deserved, or the father they needed. But I can be their shield one last time. Take the money. Buy a beautiful house near the lake. Let the children grow up. And if you ever find yourself looking at the northern hills when the wind rises... know that I’m still holding the ground for you.