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May 2020 The Bookish Box: Lessons in Magic.
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Break the Curse: FairyLoot Box
LOL sorry for this coming out late today. I completely spaced posting it. Anyway, here you go!
March 2020 FairyLoot Box: Break the Curse.
I am still waiting on my April and May boxes from FL. It happens, considering what is going on in the current world, so I’m not too frustrated. However, I will note this box was rather beaten up, and that did bother me. Another person I know has had cases of her boxes breaking and I most def, don’t want that happening to me. ANYWAY. Here we go! On into what the box had.
Continue reading “Break the Curse: FairyLoot Box”Shelf-Life Hero (Part 1) {RW}
It’s hard to imagine a world without heroes.
Throughout all of human history heroes have existed. To vanquish gods and demons alike. To save the collapse of cities. To rise and to fall. They have existed. Forever. In every country. Across the world. Heroes.
And like all heroes there are villains. Villains of such power and magnitude that it took a dozen heroes to take the villain down. Villains whose name strike fear into the hearts of all those who exist today.
In modern society, we know these villains and heroes, throughout all of history, to be derived from twenty mystical powers bestowed to humanity. Of the twenty that were said to have existed, only eighteen remain intact.
Continue reading “Shelf-Life Hero (Part 1) {RW}”March Review Archive
A complete Archive of all reviews from the month of March (2020):
Total Number of Reviews : 7
Books : 7
Novellas : 0
Series Reviews : 0
Series Reading Time Reviews: 0
Poetry : 0
Continue reading “March Review Archive”March Reading List
I completely forgot to buy the rest of the Lorien Legacies Reborn books, which means that I was not able to finish the series like I originally wanted to. It also means that I will not have that series reading thoughts post out until I read those last books. If you were waiting for it, it is not coming any time soon because of isolation protocols.
Anyway! Without much more of a wait. What I read in March.
Continue reading “March Reading List”A Tale of Sea Songs {RW}
A soft murmur of voices cascaded through the tavern. Another person dead, last week, from what he could tell. A traveler from a distant place this time. Still, no closer to killing the beasts in the waters off the shore of the village. Still, no closer to saving the town from ruin. Many hunters were in the tavern, hoping to slay the beast. The glory, however, could only go to one of them.
“Are you going to stay, sir?” A small girl, no more than ten asked him. She was a pale thing, scrawny, and dressed in tatters. But there was a beauty to her that would come into fruition as she grew older.
“Yes, a room for one please.” He answered her.
“For a night or forever?” She asked with a tilt of her head and a small smile. From across the tavern he could see the tavern keeper, a beauty to behold in these parts. It was a wonder how some great noble lord had not swept her off her feet and carried her back to his castle. The woman must have been a cunning one, sweet words and bitter lies. A mother teaching this girl to con people with doe eyes.
Continue reading “A Tale of Sea Songs {RW}”Update 03/28/2020
Hey guys!
I know, I typically post my updates on Wednesdays. However, this upcoming Wednesday is going to have a lot of stuff. I just wanted to give you an idea of what April will look like.
Since isolation/social distancing is still in effect for where I live, I’m going to be posting a lot story wise, because why not. I also got a new request for reading an author’s novel. So be prepared for that around May (because I have my April TBR decided, and IDK if I’ll have time for it until after that TBR is done. OWLs come first, haha).
Additionally, if you guys are interested in a weekly writing competition, check out Penable’s blog. There is a weekly writing competition each week. This week I’m joining, because the concept is fantasy. You have until Tuesday to write something (story or poem). It seems like a lot of fun!
Until Next Time,
MM
March Teas
Whoops! I forgot to taste teas yesterday. I realized that as I was posting for today. Sorry, sorry. Here you go, Voidfriends, what you have (or have not?) been waiting for. Teas!
Continue reading “March Teas”Fairy Reverse Story {RW}
The day was for monsters. The sun was for the beings that crashed through the forests, and controlled the waters. They thrived in the light, and used fire for protection and destruction. They were children of the heat, and inhibitors of the world. Their children, copious. Their actions, malicious. Their ignorance, incredible.
And the day was theirs.
There was a time, the elders told us, in which we traveled upon the earth in the day. When we did not have to fight for our lives, and cower in abandoned corners of the world. A time when our people sang bright songs, and guided the monsters. We had thought the monsters incapable of harm, like a child. We had believed them of us, but other in a way. Their otherness was far more than we expected.
And the day was theirs.
Continue reading “Fairy Reverse Story {RW}”Quake {RW}
Car lights moved across the glass, refracting into the room and causing shadows to dance across the walls. Thunder rumbled as the sky was lit up once again in a flash of blue that did not belong to a car, lightning? Christopher sat with his back in a corner, breathing deeply. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to breathe as he pulled his knees closer into his chest. The nightmare had been a recurring one: clowns, smiles, guns, screams, and blood. He didn’t want to go to his parents. they didn’t know that he had watched the babysitter’s movie from the shadows of the staircase.
The house creaked. Old houses always made sounds. It was the way they breathed, his father told him. He didn’t like thinking that the house needed to breathe. The house wasn’t alive, or at least he hoped so (he’d seen a movie about a living house once). The house whispered out as if someone was walking through the halls. He knew that it was childish of him to even believe that someone was in his house. His parents had a security system, the best around. No one could break – there was the distinct sound of footsteps. The footsteps were heavy, much like his father’s before morning coffee. Christopher focused on the crack along the door frame, trying to decipher the shape of the changing shadow on the other side of the door. Car lights moved outside, causing the door to glow intensely. Then they bled, and shook, rattling and cascading lighting the world in fire. His entire world was shaking. The fans, the lights, his bed, his world, and he knew it was himself. HIs entire body was jittery as he tried to sit still, silent, hiding.
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Marlena Marie 