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HTWAUF Part 1.2: A Hint Of ZestI’ve read Pink Lemon comics. Every single time that bullets are fired at her goopy body, they rip right through her, they bounce off, or the impact is absorbed. This is all at her discretion and all without any painful reaction to her person since she is more liquid than solid. Despite similarities, I’m not Pink Lemon, so I wasn’t sure what the bullets could do, especially since I needed to undo myself from the lunch table.
I was terrified of letting myself free. Brooke was looking for something to do; she looked hesitant to take the officer down. Dammit, I hate my legs, I hate these powers, this spell! I had no idea what to do. I was ready to cry.
I felt some tugging at my legs and chanced a look. Phil, his arm hanging to the side smacked in blood, was using the other hand to work on undoing my legs. I wanted to kiss him, but I still had the gun pointed at me.
From behind the main officer, I saw backup arrive. All six new officers swore at the sight of me and then dr
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“I’m Katie Greenwood… No, it’s Greenwich. I think that’s my name.” I said. I huddled in a ball, hovering above no discernable floor as I tried to see the person before me silhouetted against the light.
The woman floated tall; her long hair drifted behind her. I could see a gloved green hand gripping the handle of her scythe.
“You think.” She said, her voice cold… and familiar. “No, you have no idea.”
“What?” I asked.
“We are continually being recreated, and yet you with your Mad God given power cannot even think to acknowledge the existence of your grand capability.”
She raised her scythe.
“Duis et renovare, Phoenix. With such negligence before me, I take your power for my own!”
Her scythe and roar both cut into me. My heart raced and I felt my leg kick away.
I woke up in my hig
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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