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The Book of SecretsMoira Jenkins strode purposefully down the hallway, her backpack hanging off one shoulder as she typed a message on her cell phone.The Book of Secrets by StrigineSensibility
Moira hit /send as she rounded the corner, looking up in time to avoid running into an upperclassman headed for the stairs.
The boy, a blond with dark hazel-green eyes, was about four inches taller than her. Moira thought he looked familiar, but couldn't for the life of her remember where she knew him from, let alone his name. He was a junior, she thought. Connor something? Maybe she'd had a class with him at some point in the last two years.
"Oh. Uh Sorry about that," Connor mumbled, sounding distracted, as they sidestepped each other awkwardly. He gave her a strange look before breaking eye contact.
"No... My bad. Wasn't watching where I was going," she replied, brandishing her mobile as the culprit. Moira smiled, confused and slightly embarrassed, before she hurried off.
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Cry Wolf .:1:.Cry Wolf .:1:. by StrigineSensibility
It all began the day I was born. My mother told us the story often, as her small children peered up at her shining figure in rapture. I used to sit a night and think of her words, waiting for the day she would reveal to me the truth of that day's events. From very young, I knew there was a ring of fallacy to her words, even as I listened intently. There was some part of the story, some detail she left out. Something far beyond what I could fathom as a child. This story was bigger than me or my family. I knew, though, deep down, that it had something to do both with my birth and with my father's absence.
The day dawned cloudy, the low-hanging skies threatening rain at the slightest provocation. Bram paused, looking warily into the dark gray of the skies. These were not reassuring portents, and the lines of worry creasing the man's brow deepened. He knew that in the coming days his wife would give birth to their fourth child. Each birth had been harder on Kendra, leaving her weaker. Bram