Before urbanization existed, there were two small villages not too far from each other. One was the large, prosperous Chen, the other was the smaller, Sonne. Sonne was the type of village that hated anything different from them. They were sheltered, conservative, and angry. Chen was the opposite. They were happy and bewildered at the creativity … Continue reading The Prophets|| Short Story
"So, these beams that are coming out of your hands... What are they? What do they do?" Sam paced around the room. "Well, what Perry and I figured out is that they're hot.' Winona said as she looked at Perry's injured hand. "Real hot." She looked back at Sam. "Is that all you've tried? They … Continue reading Beams.
"Come on, dude. You can't me believe that our best friend is a witch. It's just not possible." Sam paced back and forth in his living room. "It's true. I was there when it first happened. She's been too terrified to tell anyone, I wanted to tell you weeks ago." Perry plopped a teeny cookie … Continue reading Perry.
"He just doesn't understand. I couldn't explain it more, Winnie." Perry ran his fingers through his hair. "What do you mean you explain it more? I have beams coming out of my hands!" Winona frantically paced. "I tried. He just continued to say that you were a demon." He sighed. Winona sat down in a … Continue reading Sam
"What's wrong with Winona?" Sam asked. "Hm? Oh... She really just needs some friends right now." Perry responded. Oh.