Literature-is-Life

As expected at Shadow Falls High, freshman student Enya Hathway had her nose buried in a mountain of books in the library. However, today, she was reading to distract herself from her silently enduring anguish. Outside her friends group, others didn't know she had a myriad of mental illnesses. One of the worst was she felt highly depressed right now. She'd attempted talking to her psychiatrist a few days ago concerning how she felt with no success. She had requested a meds change, and the doctor just told her to change her mindset and make a friend.  It infuriated both her and her mother that the psychiatrist would be so dismissive. Particularly when Enya told her that she'd been waking up crying for weeks or how far down in the hole she was. Enya wondered why no one listened to individuals in crisis—or just listened in general, to be honest. She loathed the generalized statements therapists seemed to make or failed to realize their clients weren't all cut from the same cloth.  Enya

Long ago, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a king and a queen who lived in complete luxury. They had everything they could ask for: A nice, big castle, loyal servants, a beautiful garden, and lots of good wealth. But neither one of them was happy, because they had one thing missing in their lives...they both wanted a child. One day, the queen was taking a walk in the royal garden when she saw a rosebud floating in the water fountain. It smelled so sweet, she decided to pull it out. But suddenly, a bright green frog leapt out of the water, taking the queen by surprise. "Fear not," he said with a croak. "I am a magic frog, and I have come to grant your wish." "Wish?" said the queen. "What wish?" "I have heard that you and your husband have wanted a child," said the frog. "So I have good news. Before long, you will have a baby, and it will be a girl. She will grow up to be the most beautiful, talented princess in the kingdom. Trust me." Then he jumped back into the water with

Three and half weeks after Alicia Silver nearly slaughtered her mother and Candy, the DA had indited Alicia and her father, Reggie, on multiple charges each. Also, even though Alicia was only seventeen, she was to be tried as an adult due to the magnitude of her crimes. Most of Shadow Falls had shown up for the trials. For both cases, DA Cora Pryde would be the prosecutor. Alicia's attorney was a young, attractive Puerto Rican named Rafael Cruz. Reggie's solicitor was Andrew Dye. Everyone involved, from the jury to those who'd give testimony, had undergone a brief psychological examination by the court psychologist Monica Romney. Shadow Falls had added the psychological assessment to ensure minors understood what was expected and their rights. The jury members selected also had to undergo it to ensure they could deliberate lawfully and unbiasedly and understood what was expected of them. That's why it took practically a month for everyone to be evaluated and passed to proceed

Simply standing here, Lost in thought.

IX. Adamas sat on the floor cross-legged; his red cloak laid on the bed along with his other things piled on top of it that was already moved from the hanger pole. The small box containing the gloves that Henry made for him and given to him by his son, Darren, laid out opened in front of him and the note was in his paws. He was now wearing his light-brown shirt that Roselyn used the other night while the young woman, herself, was behind the dresser screen, trying on her Sparrow Ranger uniform that Duran had already made for her a year back. Before the beastman could read the note, his thoughts turned to Roselyn over the events that just happened recently. The first thing was her unusual mood change. Getting hugged from her is one thing, but after she opened that door it was like she was rushing out; almost as if she was trying to find him which made no sense as to why. After that, she didn’t feel uncomfortable when she removed his shirt, revealing her undergarments to him, and took

As the fiery boulders hurtled towards the keep, Auriel and Itherael hastily flew away from the destruction. They watched in horror as the keep they had just been trapped in crumbled before their eyes, a chilling reminder of how close they had come to being lost forever. Auriel looked at him in disbelief of how they managed to survive and escaped by a hair. Itherael, still holding her nodded and gesticulated that they should rejoin the battle. Auriel looked at the battlefield. Hundreds of angels were pushing the demons of Burning Hells back, surely claiming the victory for the High Heavens. In the distance and in the midst of the chaos, Imperius’s booming voice rang out, "Forward! Glory to the High Heavens!" His command was met with a rousing chorus of angelic voices, united in their determination to trample the demonic forces. Auriel's heart swelled with pride as she witnessed the demons retreating, the angels' triumph unmistakable. The shadow of the Burning Hells was