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Ginny sat next to her mother, her head resting on her shoulder. This had been the longest day of her life; and everything she had ever thought important had almost been lost. Ginny let her eyes wander to the floor where George sat next to Fred's lifeless body. Ginny felt a sudden stab in her heart,…Fred was gone and he wasn't coming back. Tears threaten to spill from her eyes but she held them back, Fred wouldn't want her to cry. Ginny still couldn't believe it was over, Voldemort was gone; and not only was he gone but Harry had been the one to kill him. Ginny let out a ragged breath, it had killed her to see Hagrid come walking up from

 Once upon a time, in a world next to yours a battle between good and evil began.    Long ago when the world began, amazing creatures walked the earth. They lived beside the humans and brought much joy to their lives. They worked, lived, played, and brought up families together. The people of earth believed the creatures had great powers and sought out their help whenever they could. Farmers would ask when to grow crops, and newly married couples would ask when they should have children. And so the people of earth and the creatures of old lived happily together for many years. But as the old saying goes; Something's are to good to be true!

Once upon a time…There lived a king and queen. The king was tall and strong with hair as black as midnight. The queen was delicate and graceful, her hair as golden as the dawn. They lived in a kingdom that flourished under the rays of sun. Fields of wheat and corn darted the lush green country side. Cattle and sheep roamed the rolling hills without fear of man or beast. And across this beautiful land villages spread out in every direction. And so the King and Queen lived in happiness with the people, governing with a firm but gentle fist. Every year on the anniversary of the King and Queens marriage the kingdom held a celebration. Thousa

Gaither Academy Book 1: Beginnings                    Prologue: So before I go on I guess I should tell you. When going into the pit of the beast usually you go in quietly. At least that's the smart thing to do. But being me I didn't do the smart thing. I asked the Eagle to let me go. Yea I know " What were you thinking?" " Are you stupid or something?" "Do you want to die?" To answer all those questions No I wasn't thinking, Sometimes I wonder, and no I don't want to die. So with the air rushing past me whipping my hair around in the dark I began

"I am time. I have no end, only a beginning. I am as old as the sea, for I called it out and named it. My father is King of all the light, and those that dwell in it. He is the sun, the light that breaks through the dark. We are those that are unseen for we left your world long ago. Now is a time when grown men tremble at the site of us. We are that which is feared, we are those that have lived forever and a day. We are those that seem to be your dreams. But we are real." Galstrom Markhorn VIII Prologue " This story started many years ago, so long ago that many have forgotten it; but I still remember. It began in a different time, one of w

Chapter 1: Night has come She walked down the street. Her eyes hollow, and dim. Her pulse was quick; her heart was beating like a hammer on her chest. With every thump she thought it would escape. The joy she once felt was all but gone and in its place was an empty void. Her hair hung limply at her shoulders, its usual shine gone. She walked past the houses of her friends. The buildings that would have once brought her joy now only brought painful memories. Her body was stiff. She had cuts and bruises all over. The blue and black spots made her look crazed. Her pace quickened. Her eyes dart from side to side. They look desperately for any s

Thump Thump, thump, thump, Goes the beating of my heart. Thump, thump, thump, And that's where it starts. Behind a cage of ribs, Is where I keep it hid. But people pulled it out, But left it for the dead. They offered the world, But never followed through. Oh Lord my God, What am I to do. I hid it for a reason, Both wise and unfair. But now they leave me hanging, Gasping for air. I trusted when I shouldn't, And was left when I did. But noting can help me, Out of the hole they dig. I sit alone for reasons, I like to keep my own. I stay away from people, To help my broken soul. I never wanted to be here, But something

The Mirror The Loss, The gain. Different, The same. The new, The old. The release, The hold. The heart, The mind. The cruel, The kind. The weak, The strong. The right, The wrong.

Home Voices raised we sing his praise, We lift our hands and close our eyes. And let his love lift our lives. Now he comes to take us away, To show us all a better day. So listen close to here his call, And from his hands you shall never fall. And so he comes for his flesh and bone, To take them all unto his home.