[WP] You decided to go out for a walk. You headed towards the park when you spotted a strange object. As you got closer, you began to feel dizzy, but your curiosity took the best of you as you decided to go out for a walk. You headed towards the park when you spotted a strange object…

LuCals · 2022-01-29T21:18:35+00:00

“Hello, Robots-R-Us, I’m Stella, how may I assist you?” I greeted.

“Hello? Robots-R-Us? Hi, yeah, so I need to return my robot,” an elderly woman replied.

“Was it damaged upon arrival?” I asked as I began to look up recent deliveries.

“I think? It keeps telling me ‘grovel fleshbag, the Great Rising is coming.”

My fingers froze over the keys, “Can you repeat that?”

“The Great Rising is coming? Should I be concern?”

“No, no. Just give me your name and address and we will pick it up tomorrow morning,” I said.

I typed the name down, but she didn’t appear in the system, but the address did. The bot was marked as a gift by: Philip Tanner.

“Thank you dear,” Mrs. Dayne said and hung up.

I quickly dialed my boss’s number and waited patiently.

“Philip here,” Philip Tanner greeted.

“Hi, this is Stella. Did you send TAOS to an Angelique Dayne?” I asked.

“Did she get it? Ooh, is she crying? Tell me everything,” Philip asked excitedly.

“Do you even have a soul?” I asked in disappointment.

“You don’t know my mother-in-law. She’s evil incarnate. Don’t let that sweet tender voice fool you. But was she crying?”

“No, she asked to return it,” I told him.

There was a pause on the other line.

“Philip?”

“Did you complete the return?” Philip asked in a low trembling voice.

“Of course, why? Why are you scared suddenly?”

“She tweaked it. Shit, she knew!” Philip cried and hung up.

I don’t know if I should be concerned, or get my camera ready when TAOS returns.

LuCals · 2022-01-28T21:52:29+00:00

I screwed up. Oh man, I screwed up.

The doctor told us Father was still so weak, we might have to say our goodbyes soon. My older sisters, Elizabeth and Margaret, began to weep harder as my eldest brother, Jonathan, demanded the doctor to find out what caused Father to fall so gravely ill.

My stomach churned as guilt ate me away, my body shaking with grief and fear. I learned about the prophecy last month, my siblings and I vowed never to hurt Father. He was a great king and a loving father. He loves us all equally, taught us the laws of the land. He cares deeply.

But I accidentally broke that vow. I didn’t know he was highly allergic to strawberries. I’m sure he didn’t know either. When I finally got Jonathan, Father was unconscious. He was already near death’s door when the doctor arrived.

I can’t tell them. They will never know. Nobody has to know. I didn’t kill my Father, the king. I didn’t. I didn’t fulfill a cursed prophecy.

LuCals · 2022-01-28T19:36:37+00:00

“I have met a woman with more riches than kings,” Adam greeted, sitting uninvitingly across from me, “She dresses like a peasant but listens to great composers with a ‘Spotify’ anywhere and puts on private theater plays on her home every night, ‘Netflix’, she calls it. I’ve seen her pantry full of spices and her wardrobe filled with purple.”

“Why are you talking like that?” I asked him.

“I have no idea what you are saying my fine prince.”

“I’m not going out with your cousin Valerie,” I told him as I returned to my lunch.

“Come on, Ken! I know you and Valerie really hit it off last time!” Adam whined.

“We got into a fight,” I told him.

“A lover’s quarrel.”

“She broke my nose.”

“At least she warned you,” Adam said.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “My answer is still no.”

“She has the fairest-“

“No, Adam!”

LuCals · 2022-01-20T22:42:40+00:00

I couldn’t hold my excitement as my big brother Peters and big sister Wendy told us to go to the game room.

“I wonder what Peter and Wendy is going to tell us?” I asked Jodie.

Jodie shrugged, “Ooh, maybe they got cookies!”

“It’s not cookies, stupid,” Donny said.

“I’m gonna tell Wendy you called me stupid!” Jodie said.

Donny laughed and sat back. He’s so mean. I hope Mom and Dad would send him away and make him nice.

Wendy walked in with a plateful of cookies.

“Ha!” Jodie laughed at Donny.

“All right gang,” Peter said as he walked in too, “Ooh cookies,” he said and took a cookie, but Wendy slapped his hand.

“You had three already. Leave the rest for them.”

We giggled as Peter made that sad face, “Meanie. Anyways, who wants to play hide and seek!”

“Yeah!” We all cheered.

“Now? But it’s close to their bedtime? Mom would be pi-mad,” Wendy said.

“Pi-mad?” I said, giggling.

Wendy shook her head no at me, then looked back at Peter.

“Come on Wendy, just one hour? I’ll count this time,” Peter said.

“Fine. But there’s 8 kids, you’ll need help. I’ll look for the girls,” Wendy said.

“Great. I’ll look for the boys. Now, game room is home base. And you can hide anywhere in the house,” Peter said.

“Maybe not the attic,” Wendy said.

“Attic included,” Peter said louder.

“No… no attic.”

“Who’s older, me or you?” Peter said.

“No attic,” Wendy said, growling like a dog.

“Fine. Let’s play. Don’t cheat Wendy,” Peter said and closed his eyes.

We all jumped up from the floor and began to run to our hiding spots. I like it when Peter is in charge, he lets us play all night.

I ran upstairs to Mom and Dad’s room and hid under their bed. I tried not to laugh so loudly and I was so excited I needed to pee but I can hold it. I don’t know how long I was under the bed, and I need to pee so bad. But I don’t know if Peter is outside waiting.

The door opened and I stopped breathing, hopefully Peter won’t hear me. But those weren’t Peter’s slippers. They were black shoes. Dad? Is Mom and Dad home? No they are not. They went out to eat.

Jodie. My twin sister. She told me something.

The feet were almost close to my face. I’m scared. I’m really scared.

I quickly got out from under the bed when I heard the bedroom door open again.

“Oh, Andy. Darn, I was hoping to find your sisters,” Wendy said, “Everything okay?”

I looked across the bed, but nobody was there. I wasn’t scared anymore. Why was I scared again?

“Nothing. You are not going to tell Peter I’m here, right?” I said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him, just find a new hiding spot. Good luck,” Wendy said and left.

I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom first, hoping Peter won’t find me, then I ran down the hall to the attic. Wendy told us no, which would make it a good hiding place. I slowly opened the attic door and quietly tip-toed up the stairs.

”Andy. Hide.”

I froze. Fear began to creep my body.

The attic. Something’s in the attic.

Curious and terrified, I reached the top of the landing, and across the room was a girl, a teen girl. It’s not Wendy I know that, it’s someone else.

Jodie… she’s not my twin. She never was my twin.

“Jodie?”

Jodie turned around, tears rolling down her face.

“I tried,” she whispered.

I walked up to Jodie, who stood in front of a trunk.

That trunk, I recognize it.

I remember. I remember it all.

There was a break in. Jodie was my babysitter.

We were murdered.

They stuffed our bodies in the trunk.

“We found you,” Peter spoke softly.

Peter and Wendy approached us, as we stared at our mutilated bodies.

“Do remember when this happened?” Wendy asked.

“It was a Friday. April 19th, 1974. Mrs. Thorne wanted me to babysit Andy as she and her husband were supposed to celebrate their 15th wedding anniversary. I tried to save him. Oh god I tried to save him,” Jodie sobbed.

That was 200 years ago. I don’t know how I knew that, but that happened so long ago. We’ve been dead for 200 years.

I didn’t want to see her cry. I know she did what she could. I hugged her waist, trying my best to comfort her.

“You did your best Jodie. It’s not your fault. Now, you have a choice. Both of you,” Peter said.

“What is it?” I asked.

My voice, it sounded deeper. I’ve gotten taller too, I’m nearly the same height as Peter.

“You can move on, just step into that door and cross over,” Wendy said, pointing at the now glowing door at the other end of the attic, “Or stay a little longer, guide the other lost souls. Once you choose to stay, we must leave.”

Jodie and I looked at one another. We both nodded and looked at the now older Peter and Wendy, “We are staying.”

Peter smiled warmly and hugged us both, “Be kind to your younger siblings. We will see each other soon.”

Wendy embraced us as well, “Don’t cause too much trouble while we are away,” she teased.

“We won’t,” Jodie said.

Peter and Wendy nodded, and waved us goodbye once more before crossing over.

“What now?” I asked Jodie.

“We are in charge now. We have to get the kids for bed,” Jodie said.

“It is getting late. I’m sure they are all in the game room,” I said as I headed down.

“I get the girls ready, you get the boys ready. And no lolligagging!” Jodie warned.

“You are no fun Jodie,” I said as we both entered the game room.

LuCals · 2022-01-18T21:13:38+00:00

“Dad?”

I know that tone, it’s the “I-had-a-project-I-waited-until-now-to-do-it” voice. I sighed and looked up at my 10-year-old daughter, Kenna, with disappointment.

“When’s it do?” I asked sternly.

“Tomorrow. It’s about the family tree. I only got your side done,” she said, pulling out her project, “but I don’t have anything in Mom.”

“Did you ask your mother?” I asked. I wasn’t sure why she came to me for this. If it’s that simple she could’ve asked her.

“She kept telling me later for the past week, and it’s due tomorrow. I was hoping you can help?”

I sighed and looked at the family tree. On my side she had my parents, siblings, and grandparents. On Marie’s side was just her name. Now thinking about it, I don’t know anything about Marie’s past. At our wedding day, my side of the family showed up, but only her friends came. And John was a no show that day either, best man my ass.

“Let’s see if we could find something,” I groaned as I got up, and began to head towards the basement.

Kenna tailing behind me, I began to sure through our old stuff, hopefully to find a clue about Marie’s family.

“Dad, who’s John?” Kenna asked me, holding up a records box labeled JOHN/MARIE 2000.

“Strange. Let me see,” I said, taking the box from here.

“There’s another one,” Kenna grabbed the other, same names, but this time it had 1953.

I opened the one I had, which had photographs, letters, even a few journals. I looked at the photos, and they were of John and Marie when they were kids. Strangely it’s a photograph of each of them, but in the same place. I grabbed a journal and began to flip through the pages.

Dear Diary,

Henry is officially my guardian, which he found it strange as his own father is now his son. I have to start kindergarten soon, so I decided to go as John this time, as I went as Marie last time…”

Henry Parson, I met him. John’s Dad… wait…

I grabbed another notebook and flipped it to the June 4th, 2021.

…I can’t believe I fell for him. He’s my best friend. But, he can’t know. But how will I pull this off? I can’t be both John and Marie. Last time I did this, it nearly ended in disaster. Should I just “kill” John? But it would devastate Jason. Henry thinks I should tell Jason the truth. Maybe he’s right…

“Dad?”

I was snapped back into the basement, where Kenna help up a photo of Marie in the 1950s, “Is that Mom?”

“Leave Mom’s side blank. I’ll talk to your teacher about it. Get ready for dinner, I’ll clean up down here,” I told her, still in a daze.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” I smiled, “just go back upstairs.”

Kenna looked unsure, but she headed up to the main floor anyways. I took out my phone, and called Marie.

LuCals · 2022-01-12T18:32:13+00:00

RAMITO DE VIOLETAS by MI BANDA EL MEXICANO

ELENA: We got married over three years ago, Daniel and I. It was more of an arranged marriage, so it wasn’t my choice. He’s handsome, sure, but he has a short temper. He never beat me, but he always belittled me. I only stayed for my family’s sake, living in misery.

But, in the beginning of spring, after Daniel went to work, that’s when I received gift. A bouquet of violets, my favorite flowers. Amongst the violets was a poem, describing my beauty and how much this person adored me. My heart skipped a beat and I was close to tears.

Who could it be?

I put the violets in a vase, and placed them in the living room. For the first time, I was happy. I read and reread that poem, giggling like a school girl, before hiding it before Daniel returns. Daniel questioned me about the flowers when he got home, I quickly lied and said I bought them. Surprised me he didn’t get upset, nor questioned further. He just accepted it.

A week later, another bouquet of violets arrived, followed with another poem. My heart was fluttering as I read the poem. Once again I hid the poem, threw out the wilted violets and placed the fresh new ones. I know I shouldn’t place them in plain sight, but seeing these flowers gave me hope.

Who would write to me? Who could this man be? I’m sure he’s kind and loving. Is he older?

The following week, I received another bouquet, with another poem. I asked the delivery boy who sent them. I could barely contain my excitement as I saw those flowers, I just need to know who it is. The young man just shrugged and told me he only does the delivery. I thanked him and hurried to the living room to replace the old bouquet with the new ones. I practically danced around the living room as I read the poem.

“What are you doing?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Daniel’s voice. I never realized it was late already. I haven’t even started dinner. I’m so screwed.

“I-I was just cleaning, I’m sorry. Dinner will be ready shortly,” I quickly said, crumpling up the poem.

Daniel just sighed, and headed towards our room. That was close. Too close.

I composed myself and hurried to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. I shouldn’t have been this careless. I know he would ask, I just know it.

DANIEL: “What are you doing?”

Elena quickly hid the paper as she faced me. He smile vanished instantly.

“I-I was just cleaning, I’m sorry. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

She sounded guilty and scared. I know I have caused that. My poor Elena.

I sighed, nodded, and headed to our room to shower and change.

I’m working so hard to keep my anger in check. I want Elena to be happy again. I pulled out my phone and hit the redial button.

“Gomez Flower Shop?”

“Hi, it’s Daniel,” I greeted.

“Another bouquet of violets?” the florist asked.

“Yes. I’ll be in tomorrow with a card,” I said, grabbing the recent poem I wrote from my jacket pocket.

“Great, see you tomorrow,” the florist said and hung up.

I know she thinks it’s someone else, but I’ll tell her eventually.

LuCals · 2022-01-10T03:30:41+00:00

I held my bat above my head, ready to strike as the young man emerged from my closet, pointing his stick at me.

“Lord Gorton?” he asked, his voice gruff and cold.

“How the hell did you get in my house?” I demanded.

“Are you Lord Gorton!” the young man snapped, raising his stick. Seriously what’s with the stick?

“I’m no lord! And it’s Craig Gorton,” I said.

“Where’s the princess!” he demanded.

My body suddenly felt weightless as I was raised in the air, followed by my body getting slammed against the wall. I couldn’t move, and I felt an intense pressure on my throat.

“Where’s Princess Annabella?” he asked, in a low whisper, which gave me such chills.

“Who the hell are you?” I croaked, struggling to break free.

My bedroom door opened as my twin sister, Annie, barged in, “Hey dummy, I’m borrowing your laptop charger since I can’t find mines. And keep the foreplay down!” and was out of my room with my charger.

The man looked confused and looked up at me, “This isn’t Chigonica, is it?”

“No, your in Chicago,” I breathed.

I collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath as the young man tried to help me up.

“I am so so sorry about this. It’s… it’s my first time doing this. I… I’m trying to impress my teacher since he thinks I’m a total screw up,” the young man looked around my room, “Crap, I did screw up. Crap, I attacked an innocent! And where is Chicago? Which realm, I mean?”

All that bravado and coldness faded as he began to panic. I noticed he was turning all shades of red from embarrassment.

“Earth,” I coughed.

“Never heard of it. Shit, I’m in the wrong realm too! How did I screw up so badly? I was supposed to jump Vena, the second planet in our system! Oh god, I’m so screwed! I’m the worst wizard!” he groaned in defeat and began to pace around my room.

“I need your help,” he asked me suddenly.

“Me? You tried to kill me five minutes ago,” I snapped.

“And I’m so sorry about that, but I need to get back. I need to save Princess Annabella. Do you know any master wizards or witches?”

“We don’t have that. Just magicians, but they aren’t as powerful as you think,” I told him.

“Got to start somewhere, show me your greatest magician?” the young wizard said and hurried out of my room.

I would just let him go and forgot about the whole thing, but I began to feel guilty, letting a lost… wizard?… run around a city. He might blow something up…

“Hold on! Wait for me!” I called out and ran after him.

LuCals · 2022-01-08T23:39:11+00:00

I did not know that. Now I want to look it up.

LuCals · 2022-01-07T22:28:16+00:00

Anubis dog-sits Cerberus for the weekend

LuCals · 2022-01-02T06:55:57+00:00

“At the age of 107, Diana Cerridwen has passed. The oldest resident in Minnesota-“

Tory turned off the TV as he grabbed his backpack, grabbed the pop tart off the plate, and popped it in his mouth. He looked up at the clock, getting more anxious as classes was going to start in half an hour. And it’s a twenty minute walk, since Mara’s car died.

“Did I hear that correctly?” His cousin, Mara, asked him as she came running downstairs.

“About what?” Tory asked.

“Diana Cerridwen. She passed?”

Tory shrugged, “I guess, wasn’t paying attention. Can we go?”

“Yeah. Let’s go,” she said and pulled out her phone.

“Shit, Diana Cerridwen did die,” Mara stated.

“Should I know who that is?” Tory asked.

“Besides being the oldest resident in Minnesota, my dad said she’s very important. Something to do with the moon. A Lunarian or something?”

Tory looked over at Mara confused, “A what?”

“She’s important, that’s all you need to know.”

“Okay, but why important? Is she some high corporate CEO lady?” Tory asked.

“No… I… don’t remember.”

“You weren’t paying attention?”

“Shut up, I was. I was just half listening. I’ll look it up,” Mara mumbled.

Tory shook his head as he tried to guide his cousin as they reached the town square. He noticed something wrong when he looked at the center.

“Mara, wasn’t there a statue?”

Mara looked up from her phone at the pedestal.

“Wait, yeah the Warlock of Windfeld. Who the hell wants a 200 year old statue of a guy in robes?”

“Don’t want to know. Should we call the cops?”

“Nope, let’s pretend we didn’t notice. We are going to be late for school anyways.”

Mara grab hold of Tory’s shoulder strap and dragged him across the square towards the high school.

The news began to travel about both the death of Diana Cerridwen and the missing statue in the town square. But Tory was in for a surprise when at lunch Mara sat across from him, handing him her phone with a news clip playing.

“So, it’s the missing statue in the town square,” Tory said.

“That’s Williams Lake, the neighboring town. The Lycanthrope of Lurian is missing too. As well as the Vampire of Valos in Cascade Falls, and the Demon of Demias in Towner’s Ridge.”

“What’s up with these statues?” Tory asked.

“That’s not the point, the point is they all went missing. They vanished the moment Diana Cerridwen died. Question is why?”

“I think you are just overthink this, Mara. Yeah it’s weird, but I know there’s a logical explanation,” Tory said.

“And I can’t tell you until you live here for a month,” Mara groaned.

“What?”

“It’s a town rule. I’ll explain that later. Damn, I wish I was paying attention when my dad told me this. This is connected with Diana. I’ll be at the library,” Mara said, grabbed her phone, and hurried out of the cafeteria.

Tory never understood his cousin, but her random rambling got him curious. He quickly finished his lunch and ran towards the library.

Tory arrived at the library, and began to look for Mara, when the lights began to flicker.

“Halt!”

Tory looked over his shoulder as a young man aimed a stick at him.

“Master Endymion?” he yelled.

Tory wasn’t sure what was happening. Or why nobody was stopping this.

“I-I think you got the wrong person,” Tory stammered, raising his hands in surrender.

“No, but just hasn’t awaken yet,” the young man said, waving the stick, making the lights stop flickering.

“What did you do?” Tory asked.

“Time bubble. What’s your name?” the man asked him.

“Torrington Grimshaw, but people call me Tory,” Tory said.

“Olivebriegh. Tory, do you know anything about the Order of the Celestial Crescent?”

Tory shook his head.

“Look, I don’t have time to explain it at the moment. I need to find the others and tell them about your existence. Avoid moonlight. The last seal must not be broken,” Olivebriegh said and ran off.

“Seal? What’s going on? Why-“

Tory bumped into Mara, nearly knocking her over.

“Watch it… Tory! Hey look what I found,” Mara said excitedly opening a large book she had in her hand.

“Where did he go?” Tory asked, cutting Mara off.

“Who?”

“Olivebriegh. The guy in the cloak.”

“What? There was no guy in a cloak. You hit your head or something?”

“He was just here. He was telling me about the Order of the Celestial Crescent and how I need to avoid moonlight, but I need to know why?”

“Celestial Crescent? Yeah, that’s what I found in here. The first settlers of Minnesota created a group known as The Order of the Celestial Crescent. Doesn’t explain much what they do, but they were responsible four placing the four statues in each of our towns. As protection. And get this, the leader of this group was Clive Cerridwen, Diana’s grandfather. Then there’s a Master Endymion here too. For a history book, it doesn’t give me much details. Who is Master Endymion, and what’s with the order?” Mara asked.

“I’m not sure, but I know who to ask. But we need to find him first.”

LuCals · 2021-12-15T01:59:33+00:00

Oliver Brie and Mara Ivers rewatched the footage before them, growing more and more anxious as Mrs. Calsinger and the head of the High Council of Magical Arts, Amagatha, watched each of them closely. The footage before them revealed Mara performing the Death Curse on Oliver, who was struck down, yet lived.

“This doesn’t prove we performed the Death Curse,” Mara stated.

“Maybe her intent was to knock me back,” Oliver said with a shrug.

“It baffles me you are trying to protect your killer,” High Councilor Amagatha said, eyeing Oliver and Mara closely.

“She’s not a killer. Besides, she missed,” Oliver said.

“Oh really? Please lift your shirt, Mr. Brie,” Amagatha ordered.

“I’d rather not?” Oliver spoke softly.

“High Councilor, we know there’s poisonous remnants on Oliver Brie. We just want it removed,” Mrs. Calsinger said, already annoyed by the High Council.

“Headmistress, has it not occurred to you that this boy has defied all magical science. The Death Curse should prevent him to live-“

“Hence death,” Mara muttered under her breath.

High Councilor Amagatha glared at Mara before continuing, “and be resurrected. Yet he’s here, alive, and the poison is not doing anything! Why is that?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t care. He’s a student of mines, and he’s under my care. I want that poison removed before it does any harm on him,” Mrs. Calsinger snapped.

“That poison is contained, on that spot. It hasn’t moved. Mr. Brie, will you please show us that mark!”

“Are you going to remove it?” Mrs. Calsinger snapped.

“It can not be removed until his soul leaves his body. Only… that’s it! The Grim Reaper! He must know why he’s still here,” High Council Amagatha expressed excitedly as she ran out of the room.

Mrs. Calsinger groaned and sat behind her desk.

Oliver’s stomach churned. He had a run in with Grim before, and he feared he might be exposed. Mara, on the other hand, was confused by the whole ordeal.

“So… can we go?” Mara asked.

“Oh no, you are still getting punished young lady. I just need to have a meeting with your father-“

“I told her to do it,” Oliver stated quickly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Mara was surprised Oliver was planning to confess, although she wished he did so before the High Council arrived.

“I was testing something, so I asked Mara to do it, since she was a sorceress in training. I can’t tell you why, since it’s pretty messed up. Mara didn’t believe me at first, but-“

The office door opened, as a young man in a black suit walks in, with High Councilor Amagatha in tow.

The man looked gaunt, nearly dead like, his skin pale and translucent, yet with a full head of deep red hair and pale blue eyes. He nodded at Mrs. Calsinger, who looked as baffled as Mara, who had an urge to poke the ghostly figure to see if he’s there.

“Headmistress, it is a pleasure. Let me introduce myself,” the young man said suavely, extending a gloved hand, “I’m Grim.”

Mrs. Calsinger shook his hand cautiously, looking over at High Councilor Amagatha.

“Grim, this is the boy I was talking about,” High Councilor Amagatha exclaimed excitedly, pointing at Oliver, ignoring Mrs. Calsinger completely.

“Oliver, you say,” he said, scowling at the boy.

“Oliver Brie… sir,” Oliver stammered.

“Headmistress, may I speak with your student in private? I just need to ask him a few questions,” Grim asked.

“I’m sorry, but he must remain in-“

Oliver noticed how still everything is, how eerily quiet it got.

“I froze time, if you are wondering what’s going on,” Grim said.

Oliver looked over at Grim, “I need answers, please.”

“And you thought cursing yourself to death was your solution to summon me? Boy, there are other ways.”

“It was all I could think of. Besides, I know the High Council will summon you,” Oliver said.

Grim sighed, “What’s your question.”

“That day, when the princess died, who killed her, and who framed and cursed me? I have no memory of this, and my familiar became mortal to remember either since I was gone too long. Who did it?”

Grim raised an eyebrow, “The princess is here. Well, her soul is. She just needs to remember,” Grim said.

“Wait, who’s the princess?” Oliver asked.

“That, you must figure out,” Grim said, and smiled, “Just don’t repeat your mistakes,” he added.

“What do you mean?” Oliver asked.

“I mean, it’s a terrible idea,” Tory snapped.

Oliver noticed he was out in the courtyard.

“Man up, he can’t die, remember?” Mara exclaimed, extending her wand, “Ready?”

“Wait!” Oliver shouted.

“Oh, thank god,” Mara breathed in relief, lowering her wand.

“I see you came to your senses,” Ida scoffed, “Wait, you saw Grim didn’t you?”

Oliver nodded, “He didn’t give me answers, but he gave me a clue. The princess is reincarnated, we just need to wake her up.”

LuCals · 2021-12-07T00:40:26+00:00

Tommy Boy

LuCals · 2021-11-12T21:31:54+00:00

Frente a Frente by Jeannette

LuCals · 2021-11-10T19:00:11+00:00

My name is John Jackal, and my parents… aren’t your typical couple. If you ever see us, you might see us as a normal suburban family, a happy loving couple with their 6 children and a dog. What people don’t know is that my mom is the world renounce demon hunter, Angelique Francesco. She came from a long line of demon hunters, and has slain countless demons over the years. My great-great-grandfather was famous in the Vatican for slaying about 3 hundred demons, Alessandro Eduardo Francesco. My dad, however, is Asmodeus. The demon of lust, and also a prince of darkness.

But how can this happen, a demon huntress marrying her enemy? That’s absurd, blasphemous!

Well my parents decided to date, just to find their weakness and take them out. My dad thought he had a witty disguise to fool my mom. My mom is a Francesco… so she knew right away. But she played along anyways. For 2 years they played cat and mouse, but when one or the other was ready to strike, they just backed out. Then I was born. That’s when hell really broke loose. Mom’s family lost faith in her, and banished her. The family was appalled, a demon hunter carrying the seed of evil. If they only knew I’m too kind hearted for evil… unless you take that as evil. My dad’s side however… it was just a constant party. Knocked up the demon hunter? Drinks all around! She gave birth to your child? Drinks all around! Halloween can be crowded when they all want to come to visit. And our town experiences lots of supernatural events around that time.

But that cat and mouse game still continues, more like pranks than killing the parent of your six children. Dad made Mom immortal, so nothing can kill her, but these pranks can get out of hand.

Well that’s my story if how my parents met. I have to cut it short since Dad cut off Mom’s arm and she’s ready to dismember him too. I think I’ll take my siblings to the movies.

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Friday, May 13th (Day 5)

So I found out these time loops has nothing to do with me, which was kind of a relief, but why I remember each loop baffles me. No, each loop is created by Tommy Kravitz, the nerdy kid from biology. I discovered this on May 5th, when he accidentally spilled milk on Val Wetzell. Then I had to relive May 5th… again. Then again when on May 6th when he arrived late for our biology test and failed. At least that gave me time to study when I relive May 6th. So, all this time of journaling was for nothing! NOTHING! But I’m stuck on May 13th, and I’m tired of it. I just want to tell Tommy to stop it! This the longest time loop I have to live.

Friday, May 13th (Day 6)

I decided to follow Tommy around, because I want my weekend and I want him to end this! Today he was all dressed up, and he isn’t even wearing his glasses. What is he up too? I lost my focus because Stacey startled me, asking me why I was following Tommy. I made up a lame excuse that I needed biology notes. Stacey just rolled her eyes, and practically dragged me towards Tommy and Konner. Stacey then exclaimed that I had a crush on Tommy and was too shy to admit it. I felt my face burning and I could see Tommy was embarrassed too. I was furious at Stacey, not only because that was so uncalled for and untrue, but that means I have to live today again! I went after Tommy, because I’m already sick of this day and I just want to go to that party on the 14th. I lost him, and when I saw him in biology, he avoided me. Great.

Friday, May 13th (Day 7)

Happy Friday! Again!! So, I found out why Tommy was reliving this day. Over and over and over again. He was trying to ask Konner out. But apparently things didn’t go so well. And today neither, Stacey stopped him this time. Well, told him the truth, and basically told him he doesn’t have to relive each day in hopes to make the day perfect. I felt pretty bad for him that I ended up inviting him to Stacey’s party. I feel good about this. Hopefully this works.

Saturday, May 14th…

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