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Another genuine memory For what I was seeing: It was genuinely not a person that I saw, it was just a regular outline of a person and that outline was a golden colour that looked shimmery when it moved. ~ Pink Lemonade As my mom engaged in a leisurely conversation with the syrup vendor, my impatience led me to explore the surroundings. Amidst the bustling market, I stumbled upon a quaint lemonade stand, its tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. The desire for a refreshing drink overpowered me, and with earnest pleas, I convinced my mom to indulge my craving. ☾ Returning home with the coveted maple syrup, the memory of the pink lemonade lingered, casting a spell that beckoned us back to the marketplace the following week. Anxious to recreate the delightful experience, I embarked on a mission to find the elusive lemonade suppliers, only to discover their absence. ☾ Undeterred, my determination led me to an enigmatic figure, their silhouette outlined in shimmery gold. A mysterious encounter unfolded as I acquired a cup of pink lemonade from this unknown benefactor. The details of their appearance slipped away, leaving only the golden aura etched in my memory. ☾ In the haste of enjoyment, I savored the sweet nectar, expressed my gratitude to the shimmering figure, and made my way back to my mom. The marketplace, with its tents and ephemeral characters, became the stage for a fleeting yet enchanting chapter in my youthful adventures. |
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mhm, more ghost stories lol By the way, the more dramatic thing is murder not anything sexual so shhush ~ The journey to the classroom was quite an adventure. I hopped on the bus with about an hour to kill before reaching school. The drowsiness almost got the best of me as we kicked off, being the first stop on the route. 🕸 My eyes fluttered open at the last stop, and there she was, a girl with long, tousled dirty blonde hair sitting beside me. Clutching a book filled with doodles, she shared her thoughts on whether she'd greet her boyfriend with a hug or something a bit more dramatic when they reunited. Her doodles were pretty impressive, and she graciously showed me some before we reached school. 🕸 She seemed older, maybe 16 or 17, while I was just a 5 or 6-year-old. As I disembarked the bus, eager to make my way to school, I kept an eye out for her. I wanted to continue our chat, but she never stepped off the bus. Peeking through the windows as it pulled away, she was nowhere to be seen. 🕸 This left me with a peculiar thought – if she wasn't there when the bus left, and she didn't get off, could she have been a ghost? The mystery of that bus ride lingered in my childhood memories, a curious encounter with a girl who may have been more than she seemed. |
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First time I saw a shadow Also, this gets called sleep paralysis a lot but it very clearly wasn't, and my mom had the place tested by a medium when I told her and as it turns out: shadow dude was a real thing Also, this was the only time I've cried when I saw a shadow person ~ Veiled Nocturne In the hushed embrace of night, my mom's venture into the realm of dating cast shadows of uncertainty over our quiet home. One particular night, abandoned to solitude, the clock struck midnight, and the house seemed to metamorphose into a theater of enigmatic occurrences. Rousing from my slumber, the eerie stillness of the house enveloped me. The emptiness resonated with the echo of my calls for my mom, her absence amplifying the solitude. In a sudden wave of remembrance, her words about stepping out for the night flashed in my mind. Tears welled up as the weight of being left alone pressed on me, yet an unexplainable determination urged me to seek her out. The bedroom door stood before me, a portal to the unknown. Fueled by a mix of trepidation and curiosity, I pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit living room. Within the shadows, a mysterious figure wandered aimlessly, a spectral presence that seemed to defy the boundaries of reason. From my vantage point, the bedroom afforded a glimpse into the living room and the hallway leading to the kitchen. A startled gasp escaped my lips, and I recoiled, seeking refuge beneath the sanctuary of my blankets. Fear tightened its grip as time stretched into an interminable tapestry of uncertainty. When the weight became too much, a hesitant curiosity prompted me to peek out from beneath my makeshift shield. To my astonishment, the shadowy entity had infiltrated the sanctum of my room. It swirled like an ethereal mass, inspecting my drawers with an otherworldly curiosity. Red eyes, gleaming with an ominous intensity, pierced through the darkness, locking onto mine. A profound chill coursed through me as we shared a silent exchange. The figure, a manifestation of obsidian tendrils and haunting red orbs, remained motionless, a spectral enigma in the quietude of the night. Transfixed by its presence, I watched as it eventually retreated, its nebulous form dissipating into the shadows. |
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Back to Aeliyx and Raedier. Romance coming.. sometime soon ~ Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fractured Shadows The dungeon's silence hung in the air as Aeliyx, ever mischievous, seized the opportunity to tease Raedier. Shackled and seemingly unfazed, Aeliyx remarked, "Raedier, do you always get caught up in these messes, or is it just when I'm around?" ♕ Raedier, offering a wry smile, replied, "It seems I'm a magnet for trouble. But you know what they say, Aeliyx—where there's trouble, there's usually an interesting story." ♕ Aeliyx's playful banter was abruptly interrupted as Evander strode into the dungeon, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the two conversing. The atmosphere shifted, a storm brewing in the quiet confines of the dungeon. ♕ "What's this, Raedier? Conversing with the prisoner?" Evander's voice held a dangerous edge, his patience worn thin. Aeliyx, sensing the tension, smirked. "Just exchanging stories. You know, the usual dungeon banter." ♕ Evander's gaze hardened, and the air became charged with an unspoken threat. "Enough of your insolence, Aeliyx. Raedier, step aside. We have business to attend to." ♕ Raedier, caught between loyalty and the encroaching storm, hesitated for a moment. Aeliyx, however, refused to be a pawn in their silent conflict. "Raedier, don't let him dictate everything. We have a right to know what's happening." ♕ Evander's patience snapped, and with a swift motion, he drew a concealed blade. "Step aside, Raedier, or suffer the consequences." Raedier, his eyes locked onto Evander's, took a defiant step forward. "I won't let you manipulate us any longer. We deserve answers." ♕ The dungeon, witness to the impending clash, held its breath. Shadows flickered, echoing the fractured alliances that defined the room. Aeliyx, though shackled, watched with a glint of defiance in his eyes. |
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I should work on title names.. eugh I like being lazy though ~ Chapter Thirty Dance of Shadows In the stifling confines of the dungeon, the dance between Raedier and Evander unfurled like a shadowed tapestry, each move calculated and precise. ☼ The clash of blades echoed, a symphony of steel reverberating through the stone walls. Raedier, once a puppet in Evander's scheme, now stood his ground, a tempest of determination in his eyes. ☼ Evander, relentless and cunning, sought to assert his dominance. His strikes were swift and purposeful, a manifestation of years spent honing his skills in the art of shadows. ☼ Raedier, however, was fueled by a different kind of strength—a fierce resolve born of loyalty and the desire to break free from the puppeteer's strings. ☼ The battle unfolded in a flurry of strikes and parries, each combatant testing the other's limits. The air crackled with tension as the dance of blades continued, shadows writhing in anticipation. ☼ Aeliyx, shackled but far from defeated, observed the struggle with a mix of anticipation and admiration. His eyes, a shade of mischief, never left the unfolding confrontation. ☼ As the fight reached its climax, Raedier, tapping into a wellspring of determination, executed a series of fluid movements, disarming Evander with a precision that spoke of mastery. ☼ The dungeon fell into a momentary silence as Evander, defeated, met Raedier's unwavering gaze. The balance of power had shifted, and Raedier emerged as the unexpected victor. ☼ Aeliyx, unable to contain his amusement, teased, "Well, well, Raedier. My knight in shining armor, defeating the big, bad boss. Who would've thought?" ☼ Raedier, catching his breath, shot Aeliyx a wry grin. "You know, being a savior suits me. Maybe I should add it to my resume." Aeliyx, his eyes sparkling with humor, replied, "Oh, absolutely. I'll be sure to include a glowing recommendation." With a smirk and a subtle exchange of glances, Raedier set to work freeing Aeliyx from his restraints. |
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Yayyy!! My long awaited romance should be coming soonn!!! Along with something about.. Candy candes-? |
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Night Weather: 
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