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Stiles awoke drenched in sweat. His white tee was soaking wet and smelled distinctly of sweat and a dull sourness that made his nose scrunch in disgust. He tossed his shirt over his head and onto the floor beside his bed. His whole body ached. Not the kind of ache after a hard, grueling day of school and fighting demons with his pack. This was an almost debilitating ache that curled its claws around his muscles and bones and squeezed hard, making his very body throb in pain. It was the dream. Seeing her — it always made him like this. He had tried so hard to forget about her — this made up girl from his subconscious that felt fr

Breathe. Your world is scorched. Destruction lies on every side of you - the boiling waves of flame grow higher and higher, hungry to eradicate. Just breathe. The cries of battle roar in your ears and vibrate through your very bones. And in that moment, you know that if you make it out of here alive you will never forget this small eternity - running through the halls of the very heart of the Fire Nation with firebenders on your heels, heart racing and feet pumping in every attempt to make it to the control room - this moment here, this moment of terror is something you will never forget. Zuko is with Azula. Your heart races at the mere t

You haven't seen sunlight in thirty-two days. You long to see the stars as well, a blanket of lights shining like beacons to guide you home. Your skin hasn't felt the cool sting of rain in what feels like forever. You've barely tasted the crisp coolness of water as it runs down your throat. Here, in Fire Nation prison, the guards don't give you any chance to use your waterbending to get out. "As if I could anyways," you mutter aloud to yourself. You're too weak. Your stomach cramps from starvation. The guards haven't brought you food in three days. And before that? You'd only been given a clump of stale bread. When they did decide to be com

You make your way through the halls of Hogwarts for the very first time. You don't know what to expect. Your parents are Muggles. It was only a few years ago that you realized you were different from your parents. While they spent their time doing Muggle things, you weren't happy. You wanted something more. And now here you are. Your dreams have come true. Right? "Get out of the way!" a boy with blonde hair growls, shoving past you. When he does, he knocks the books right out of your hands. Your cheeks burn with humiliation as you rush to pick them back up. It's a little hard to do considering the stampede of students making their way to th

I made my way down the cobbled road. Makeshift stands had been set up to sell some of the most prized possessions. I ignored the men hooting and hollering for me to step up to their booth and take a look at their jewelry. Just because I was a girl didn't mean that I was fascinated with diamonds and rubies. Being in a prison cell for more than four years would do that to a person. I passed through the outskirts of the city and into the heart of the marketplace. As I walked, I glanced at the booths around me. If you were looking for something, the marketplace of Ba Sing Se was where you needed to go. From trinkets to herbs to food to tarot car

You awaken in the middle of the night to your little sister, Megara, screaming. You throw the sheets off of you and stumble into her bedroom. She's sitting up in her bed. When you come to her bedside, she wraps her arms around you and begins to cry. You cradle her in your arms and run a hand through her blonde curls. "Shh, it's okay," you whisper to her. "Everything's okay. I've got you." Even as you soothe her, you can feel the heat radiating from her body. The fever is striking once more. Meg's small body is covered in a sheen of sweat. You pull her away from you just enough to take in her blood red cheeks. Even her blue eyes are glazed.

The room was sterile. White. I fidgeted in my seat, my sneakers squeaking across the linoleum floor. I tried to calm myself, but my hands were shaking. My stomach churned, my insides clamping tight and twisting. "Stop it," my mother hissed under her breath. She glared at me with narrowed eyes. I wanted to sink further into my chair, but instead I looked her head on. Our eyes locked in an unspoken battle. Her red lips were pressed into a thin line, a small cluster of wrinkles lining the corners of her mouth. When I finally looked away, she ran a hand across the top of her head to make sure her brown hair was neatly pulled back in a high bun.

White walls, Thick with concrete Looked upon the boy. Shackles, unbroken, Claim his sanity. Go away Amelia, He’d scream As the needles Poked white skin And entered his brain. But in his mind He retreated, Falling deeper Into the depths Of his imagination. In those walls Of such a pure white He found his escape As all became black. The boy dreamed, His spirit far away. He dreamed, And his spirit wandered, To that of Amelia. She is always with him. He will Always Be bound by her. Her skin is rusting, Cold and rough To his touch. As she walks, It sounds of metal Hitting earth. He yearned And pleaded For her to go away But she stayed,

"Next time you go out without my permission, I'll kill you, boy." Jared's stepfather loomed in front of him like a giant. His brown eyes were narrowed and bloodshot. His hollowed cheeks were red with anger. A bead of sweat from his forehead rolled down his face and landed on his chin. The smooth skin on top of his head shown bright from the lamp beside them. His clothes hung off his body like it wanted to escape. Jared knew the feeling. "I'm not gonna tell you again," his stepfather hissed. He jabbed a finger to Jared's chest. "I'm the one who works around here. You ain't gonna give me no lip, you here?" He pressed his finger harder. "I'll

It had been raining for days. The ground had long since stopped soaking it up, and now the rain puddled on top of the grass. The trees groaned with all the water, their branches shaking out the excess water. The flowers had already drowned, petals wilting and dropping like flies. Even the sky, a dull gray, complemented the depressing scene that the non-stop rain had brought with it. Elena had neglected to bring a rain coat, and now she was drenched to the core. Her long brown hair was soaking wet and clumped together in several thick masses of clumped knots. Her clothes clung to her body as if it were a second skin to her. It might as well h