Genre Juvenile Fiction. Page - 13
This is a gradual story, so it make take a while to finish. Please tell me what you think!
As darron krept through the
shadows he saw a young women walking through the
damp cold streets her hair was brown with streaks of gold her eyes were blue and she had a great figure.As she came around the corner were daron was he suddenly pullled her into the shadows...
A little boy has to let go of the past, if he doesnt do it now, then when will he?
Natalie Vargis is no ordinary girl. She's the Chosen One for a special program. She's on the run, but will she be for long? This is the Adventure: Book One.
Brooklyn had to leave everything, so her mother would be safe. Now she's at a new house, new school, new friends. Even a new boy. Life's good. Until she begins to lose everything...
Somewhere in New York City, a girl gets lost in four letters or less. A kind policeman and his dog come to the rescue. Thank goodness this blurb isn't part of the contest requirement!
Books written in blood. Most are lost, their Keepers with them. A curse that befell a people. A Kingdom with no King. Life couldn’t get more harrowing for the Elfies, a blend of Elves and Fairies. Or for sixteen-year-old Jules Blaze. Or could it?
For Jules, the heir of a Keeper, no less, suspects his family hides a forgotten secret. It was bad enough that his people, the Elfies of Reign, triggered a curse which reduced the entire inhabitants to a mere inch centuries ago. All because of one Keeper who failed his purpose. Even the King’s Ancient Books, did not help ward off that anathema.
Now, Gehzurolle, the evil lord, and his armies of Scorpents, seem bent on destroying Jules and his family. Why? Gehzurolle’s agents hunt for Jules as he journeys into enemy land to find the truth. Truth that could save him and his family, and possibly even reverse the age-long curse. Provided Jules doesn't get himself killed first.
Charles B. Morton is not a normal 20 year old in the Victorian Era. In fact, he does not belong there at all. He used his skills as an inventor to escape to the past through time travel.
This is his journal, in which he relates his horrible experiences and the many secrets he was forced to bury.
All I can do is run, run into open field. I breathe heavy hoping I am far out of his sight. The sun is gone and night is here. The only light in my eyes is the dim light of the moon. Scared out my mind I hide behind a line of bushes. I try to stay quit as I here the foot steps of my ex.