

Things Are Starting To Heat UpThings Are Starting To Heat Up Catherine and Jean were sitting on top of Catherine's bed. Jean had placed a few of Catherine's books and clothes in front of Catherine. Catherine took a deep breath and closed her eyes. All the objects around her started to slowly floating off the bed, circled over the girls' heads, and slowly descended back onto the bed. "That is so cool." Jean said excitedly. "Well I have been practicing." Catherine smiled waving her hand send a stuffed animal flying at Jean. "If I'm going to have these powers might as well learn to control them." "YoThings Are Starting To Heat Up


Birth of Monarch part 2Birth of Monarch Beep beep beep beep beep Catherine slowly opened her eyes to the sound of the heart monitor. Her head was throbbing and her muscles were sore. She looked around and saw that she was in a private hospital room. Catherine never really liked hospitals because every time she went they would give her a shot. She unhooked herself from the monitor, climbed out of bed, and slowly walked to the door. She was about to reach for the door knob when the door opened. "Catherine!" John exclaimed dropping his cup of coffee and quickly hugging his daughter. "YoBirth of Monarch part 2
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Spear Ritual"Our Goddess Arla has responded most generously to our prayers," declared Becky, smiling as she gestured at the offerings of fruits, grains, and vegetables displayed on the floor before the altar in front of her. Her bright robes and long, matching stole mirrored the colors of the crops, tints that swirled together in almost every bright shade, except blue although even blue was not wholly absent, it being the color of her lustrous hair.Spear Ritual
"She bestows her blessings upon us freely, in contrast to the older gods our ancestors worshipped who demanded "
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Deb Gets The Halloween SpiritThe headline asked: Is Your Neighbor A Werewolf? Seven warning signs from our panel of experts!!!Deb Gets The Halloween Spirit
"Honestly, I don't understand how anyone can take such nonsense seriously," scoffed Debbie, young and ambitious, possessed of abundant, coppery red hair that rolled down past her shoulders. She wore a black sweater and a tan skirt, while her matching shoes rested on the carpet off to one side. She lolled in the chair behind her desk (neither paid for, as of yet) in the cramped office she had rented in a tall, dingy, downtown building.
"Although, if I did, I would have to wonder
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Whenever Caz is in peril I rush off to her rescue!
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Whenever Caz is in peril I rush off to her rescue!
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Whenever Caz is in peril I rush off to her rescue!
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Whenever Caz is in peril I rush off to her rescue!
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[link] "Nothing is real but your imagination!"
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Whenever Caz is in peril I rush off to her rescue!
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Whenever Caz is in peril I rush off to her rescue!
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