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Of Spirit and Blood Chapter 2Of Spirit and Blood
Chapter 2: Misunderstanding
Six days. Six days since I came here to North’s workshop and still nothing from the girl I rescued. Was she still alive or…? I shook my head. “No way. I’m pretty sure that she’s still okay. …I hope.”
But one major thing that still bothers me though…
Flying as fast as I could, I finally made it to the workshop. I abruptly pushed opened the door, making sure that the girl I held was still there. “North! North, I need help!”
The second I screamed Phil and another yeti accompanying him came out form a corner. Phil saying things in yeti that I couldn’t understand. I held up my hand to make him stop. “Phil, you can say things about me later. But right now, I really need help. Where’s North?”
“Jack!”, said North as he finally came. “This unexpected visit! What can I-?” The jolly man’s face a
Of Spirit and Blood Chapter 1Of Spirit and Blood
Chapter 1: Snow like blood
It was cold. So cold. The unforgiving blizzard of the North Pole blew harder and harder the chance it could get. Its harsh winds made it more difficult to fly through it. If you hear hard enough, you hear a flutter and delicate chiming of wings. The person flying was a dark brunette female with age appearance of a sixteen year old, but she was actually much older than that. Her soft mint green and soft baby blue wings were beating 200 miles a minute.
Why so fast you ask?
Because she was trying to get away. Escape the thing that has been chasing her since four months ago when it appeared. Her lush green clothes were stained with blood. Her blood. Confusing as it may be. A spirit bleeding? Unheard of. But he had gotten used to it after she found out a long time ago. Her left hand placing pressure on her right side stomach, punctured deeply but that monster being that was still chasing her still. Her right hand clutching tightly on her
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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