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Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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(Please edit - this is the whole story and I have no clue how to edit)

Hello! Is this supposed to be told in third person?

"Oh little Taca," Kara laughed in her normal maniacal way. "I don't think you can trust even your closest friend right now."
"What do you mean?" Taca's grip on her sword tightened.
"Oh, nothing. Not everyone may be as they seem." And with that she turned and merely started walking away. Calling her troops with her. "Just think about it little Taca. Oh and watch your back sweetie, I have eyes everywhere."

I swear Beck is the only person I know who honest-to-God smokes, and I’m not counting Emery and Cash because they vape.

“Rose Johannson,” the woman addressed me. She shimmered like a star, bright and strong yet soft and kind. She radiated a queen-like aura. I bowed. It felt like the right thing to do.

Nashka stared into the night sky. It was early morning by now, around 1 AM. But she felt captivated by the blue ray of light that rose up from the explosion of the power plant.

So I may not be able to escape to my fantasy world again, but I convinced myself I didn’t need to. I had Scarlett, and that was enough.

Taca moved carefully through the land, dipping behind rocks and hills, trying to keep a low profile. That was when the ground caved in underneath her, dropping her into an old dried up well.

This is long.

The reptilian man growled, but thought better of making any move against the Lord High Representative. He backed down and stalked to the doors. They automatically parted and Lord Sylarr went out without a glance at anyone in the room.
“He hates you,” Garae, one of his personal guards said as the door silently closed.
Addar smiled thinly, “He doesn’t hate me, he dislikes me.”
Garae shrugged, “Hate, dislike, what’s the difference?”
“Hate is far more lasting than dislike.” Addar’s expression stayed neutral, “The distinction is important.” He held himself back from a sharper retort. She would never understand the constant gentle manipulations and treaties and temporary alliances that was politics. That was why he was the High Representative, and she was his servant. A pity though. But then again, some rose to their natural potential while others didn’t. A sign of a smile twisted on his mouth.
“Garae?” he asked.
“Yes Lord Addar?”
He let her sit in silence for a second. Before she could reply again he answered her.
“What would you do if you rose to power? What would you accomplish?” At this point he was actually curious.
“It is not likely that I would ever attain such an honor,” she said carefully. He waved his hand, “Go on.”
“If I did…” she began, “I would do all I could to promote health through the entire solar system. I would try to make sure the most people had the best life possible.”
Addar nodded, slightly impressed. “How would you manage that?”
She seemed a little out of her depth. “I would listen to what the people wanted. I would let them choose what they knew would be best for them and do that.”
Addar cut her off before she could continue. “You make a fatal mistake, Garae. People are different, but they are all the same. Few are capable of making the right decisions. The trials of life are difficult, and few have either the knowledge or time to truly understand what is best for them.
She stood silently, possibly afraid. “I am sorry Lord Representative,” she said.
“It is no matter,” he said, noticing her gray shoulders go down slightly as he said this. “Few understand what the worlds truly need. And even then, even less are uncorrupted by the power that comes with being in the position. It takes one who is very strong to do what is best for all people. I do my best.”
“Indeed you do, Lord Addar.”

The texts were short and to the point. It was odd for Mitch who liked to ramble. Even weirder, they weren't supposed to be coming tonight. They were supposed to be at a big important dinner with their parents. But they had just messaged me, saying 'I'm coming over' and 'I'll be there by 10'.

Well, ten had come and gone and Mitch hadn't shown up. Amiee and I waited but no word came from them. We had just decided to set up the newest season of Amiee's favourite show and watch that until they arrived but my phone rang and made us both jump. I got up and answered it, y'know, like a normal person. It was Mitch's number. "Hello? Mitch?" I said, hopeful there was just traffic or something, but the voice that answered was not Mitch.

"Amiee, we have to go. Now." I insisted, grabbing the car keys.
"What's up?"
"I'll tell you on the way."

(I accept critism!)

(I accept critism!)

Not in this thread, please. We have an entire separate forum for that. As the creator of this thread I'm going to politely ask that we keep this thread to sharing our latest lines, which was what this thread was intended for.

(I accept critism!)

Not in this thread, please. We have an entire separate forum for that. As the creator of this thread I'm going to politely ask that we keep this thread to sharing our latest lines, which was what this thread was intended for.

Sorry

She smiles, but it’s not a friendly gesture.

I stood at the bus stop, cold and tired and desperately wanting a hat or a handwarmer.

"So, you're doing this for your father," he smiled for the first time since we'd met.
"No! Yes?… I don't know! I'm doing it… because," I sat down hard next to him.
"Because you don't want my fate to follow his," he said exactly what I was thinking, and I let my shoulders slump. He'd figured out why and was probably going to question me about it.

Her hunt was over.

“Look, it isn’t what it looks like, ok?”
“What is it then?” Gerard asked, “Because last night it looked like you were going to attack me, and right now, it looks like you’re gearing up to do it again.”

He couldn't help but think about how much different his ceiling had looked merely five months ago. Then again, everything was different five months ago.

"You'd have been a decent lawyer," Samuel observed.
"That's disgusting," Nich scoffed, then paused. "But thank you."

Lightning flashed over the black sky, outlining a small figure with a short sword facing off with a giant holding a club the size of a tree.

"Where's Samuel?"
"Downstairs. I think he's trying to eat his weight in scones."
"That shouldn't take long."

When Catori opened her eyes, she was grinning. It wasn’t an amused look, more the deranged sort of look you’d find on the features of a person who lived for the pain and thrill that came with a fight. Or, in this case, someone who had just taken a longsword to the chest. Somehow, that wasn’t even the scariest part.

The scariest part was that the longsword was still there.

“Yeah, let’s make it an adventure!” Ki shouted
“It’s for school supplies-”
“ADVENTURE!”

“Yeah, let’s make it an adventure!” Ki shouted
“It’s for school supplies-”
“ADVENTURE!”

That reminds me of the time my friend and I were helping in the school library and we went on an adventure to the multi purpose room to get more glue sticks

Nich gave an over-the-top eye roll, then tossed a wink at the audience. Cheers and laughter erupted from them, and Nich felt an odd swell of pride. They'd loved it…no. They'd loved him.

“Yeah, let’s make it an adventure!” Ki shouted
“It’s for school supplies-”
“ADVENTURE!”

This could literally be a quotation from me. I did something very similar not too long ago.