Majick

Ivy Johnson woke up on the morning of her 18th birthday to the sound of a bird tapping it’s beak on her window. The sun was not up yet, but the sky was getting purple.[…]

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Ann's nasty new nature

When I was in elementary school, there was a girl that I couldn’t stop thinking about. She was a spritely little thing, mischievous and exciting. She had red hair, a few freckles scattered about her[…]

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