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A sirens call…

Chapter 1: Purple Eyes?

First siku back never expected any class to be fun except maybe drama au music, I played the keyboard and my best Marafiki hated muziki and as always they tried to avoid any conversation involving the shy girl who apparently has a beautiful imba voice but some reason the girls flinch away from the sound of her voice even when talking yet all the guys – straight and bi – seem to be mesmerised like there was nothing else that mattered like there was a different entity involved. I have only heard her sing once when we were in eighth grade everyone either looked away au was fixed in a hypnotic state. She always tried not to open her eyes but I managed to catch a glimpse of them it was as if I was staring into a confused and innocent person yet some how I did not think it was natural for anyone to have a set of deep purple eyes it was as if her full red lips, pale tan skin, super model physique and her glowing ginger blonde hair were from heaven but the eyes when she sang changed from the piercing blue to a deep purple it seemed like her eyes were pulled from the darkest evil depths of hell. I have heard people talk about her not in the way that would make her like people but zaidi in the way that made them sign there death certificate, it was not odd to find her sitting alone at lunches all the girls were jealous of her and all the guys were too shy to introduce themselves that’s a very odd thing they usually hunt pretty ones down. I decided she needed a new friend most likely the first one she’s ever had.
“Good morning rose petal” I alisema in a higher tone than usual. “Good morning Yuri” she alisema zaidi in a calm focused voice like she tried not to sound normal. “Rose, Annabelle, Sienna over here” I alisema over the whole student body it was maybe over three hundred but they could make a loud enough noise to irritate a herd of wild elephants it was that loud. “Oh, we’re sitting with the shy girl I feel special” Rose announced with wide sarcastic eyes “be nice Rose everyone’s different in their own way at least that’s what I think and wewe know how I think, I think” retorted Sienna changing from an angry expression to a confused one in a mgawanyiko, baidisha instant.
“what on earth is going on here? all I heard was Sienna trying to think” Annabelle alisema as she sat inayofuata to the shy girl.
“What’s your name?” Annabelle asked the shy girl.
“I-I’m Vanessa”
“Nice to meet wewe Vanessa” Rose alisema with a wide grin I think she is always up to no good but wewe can never prove it I remember when she tried to kill a toad in front of the teacher and he tried to put her into detention but she managed to hide au destroy all of the evidence, she has always been a tricky one to catch doing anything not normal.


I had noticed that Sienna’s eyes had gone bright machungwa, chungwa and I immediately knew what that meant “SIENNA! NO! wewe MUST NOT!” screamed Annabelle at the juu of her voice when she noticed Siennas feathers forming on her right arm and the claws replacing her nails. In that mgawanyiko, baidisha instant I predicted two hundred of these innocents dying under the claws of Sienna. I was about to evacuate the cafeteria using the moto alarm but I heard a sweet voice start imba it was Vanessa, her hair changed to a tainted white and her skin went like living water nearly transparent her teeth went to a pin point as long as a thumb nail and her eyes again! Went purple deep purple. How ever it seemed like she was about to slaughter everyone but all I could predict was the murder of the hypnotised males and the females started to go white they were scared to near death I could feel their spirits being ripped from their bodies. In that same instant I saw a flash of machungwa, chungwa Sienna was starved she started screaming that deadly screech it was an immediate reaction for everyone that could cover their eyes, covered their ears she jumped to the two girls that were nearly dead they were either going to be devoured kwa Sienna au scared to death kwa Vanessa, I felt them being eaten though they would not feel a thing it was hard for Sienna when she would change back she would tear herself apart that I did predict. There was only one hope to save Sienna from herself and that was Annabelle but I felt her spirit was already Lost was she cloaking herself again from our abilities how can she keep doing that three exceptionally powerful abilities being blocked at once I could feel the energy she was giving off this is not right we needed help to songesha the group outside and there was only one way I knew how to do that that they would not notice until they were outside in the light of day. It’s time to bring on the spirits of the dead maybe twenty will be plentiful but with the vazi, pazia that Annabelle had up I may need twenty to get through the vazi, pazia to save her first for if she gave out she will die no matter what I could of done she was blocking three species at once. This was clearly the most dangerous action happening while Vanessa and Sienna are making noises I am trying to focus on her spirit unconsciously so she has a lot of pressure at this time. I remember when we had first started training to control our new abilities Annabelle was clearly the most powerful and strongest of the lot of us, Sienna was the fastest and zaidi precises with her attacks and preffered to attack from the air with blinding speeds, Rose could manipulate the water and could weave expertly out of attacks like she was a dancer even though she excelled in the water being a mermaid she is our best fighter teaching the ones of us that are willing to learn and then there is me I choose not to learn to fight I am the best defender being able to tell who is going to die the easiest, who are going to run away, who cant be killed and if that is not enough I can call upon the spirits of the dead to aid us in our attack au defence making me the most powerful of the group until of course we came across Vanessa.


I think I heard Sienna finish her meal with bone crunching ferocity I just hope that Annabelle’s vazi, pazia has worn off since I can feel her spirit stronger than ever she was going to fight and it would be between Sienna and her even though Sienna was hungry I knew the fight would be close she will die of course slayers have never left a single witness alive and in saying that Annabelle is the best of them all.


I heard a high pitched wail coming from the two girls on the floor it was like a giant bird was hit in the head and when I looked Sienna had disappeared and Vanessa was outside and I assumed that Rose would be in the pond since the entire student body was knocked out cold from the amount of noise in the cafeteria doesn’t surprise me really. At the instant I heard the sound of another wail it was zaidi low pitched but it was also an agrivated wail, great Sienna is in a fight was all I could think. I immediately ran outside and there was Sienna her eagle legs went up at least three meters her papa skin brown body that seemed nude but I don’t think harpies are nude went up another 4 meters, her head round with long brown hair and an eagle face seem to be smiling as she expanded her ten meter wing span, her wings were larger versions of bats wings and at the tip of the bony part was a feather coated wrist that had finger as long as a ruler and talons not claws just as long. I never thought I would see the siku Sienna Lost control entirely of her transformation but she did and so did Annabelle her long red hair down to her ankles dressed in a skin tight leather body suit with stilletos – why stilletos for, oh well – and her trusted katana she named the end time. Even though Sienna was zaidi than ten meters high and zaidi than twenty wide – including her wing span – her spirit would be the one to die may be because Annabelle was created to kill such creatures and at that instant Annabelle burst into a black and red blur reaching Sienna in two and a half sekunde jumped and did a three sixty degree spin with her right leg out smacking Sienna in the head the bone shattering force sending Sienna into the cage containing the wanyama being transported to the zoo just a few kilometres down the road. Not even a sekunde past before Sienna was back on her feet then in the air even though she would loose she would never go down without a fight. I would end this now but after what I had to do in the cafeteria I could not call anymore spirits I was too weak to. My train of thought was interrupted kwa a loud screech followed kwa a loud thumping sound and then an earthquake at my guess – which would be correct – Sienna had kicked her eagle leg talons with full force into Annabelles chest sending her five meters into the ground. She eased herself out of the hole and dusted off at the same time an emu was running from the scene and got too close to Annabelle she grabed the emu around the juu of its neck just under the head forcing the wanyama eyes and tongue out and did another three sixty degree spin tossing the animal directly into Siennas wing breaking it and making her flightless this way Annabelle had the upper hand advantage. At that instant she grabbed her blade and charged at Sienna who easily blocked the attack then Annabelle went for the decapitation Sienna dodged it but at that instant Annabelle flicked the sword to her left hand and lunged it into the moyo of Sienna rendering her dead kwa some thoughts but we all knew she was just in a coma but when she was human again we took her to the hospital where she can be treated.
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Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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Jasmine's POV

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I stood there,
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I was scarred, inside and out.
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You may not be able to see,
But I feel your presence.
The very thought of You,
The very thought of wewe as my best friend,
Is incomprehensible.
I stand alone no longer.
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You will never leave.
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You are a wisp in the wind,
The glimmer in my eyes,
The shine of the sun.
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Sorry for cliffhangers....
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.. my little sister Leaisl. B-B-But the image wasn't from my eyes, no. From her eyes at my... my funeral

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'Lea, she's-' alisema Kevin
'She doesn't know!!' Grandma hissed back
'Know about what?'
'That Sammie is in a state of peace. To be like her, wewe must disconnect from the li- I mean, outside world. Are wewe willing to do this?'

Godfather mbwa mwitu stepped out of the shadows behind us and into the light. He stared at me with his one eye, the other bandaged. 'I-I-I am not sure. I will think about it,...
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posted by DxCFan123
Me and Marie stood at the edge of Skye's hospital bed. He moyo was barely beating. I was able to wash off all the blood before anyone saw me. "So tragic, huh? Well, listen, I've got someone to tell you." she said. We sat down and she stared at the ground. "I-I used to know Skye. We knew eachother in Kinder. We were great friends. I know wewe two were, too. But, then, one siku she pulled a prank in me. We had to write report. Me and her picked the same thing, but she alisema it was fine and wrote mine for me. But, then, She wrote horrible, horrible things that I told her, as secrets. They caused...
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 Victoria (:
Victoria (:
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posted by noahnstar1616
Cameron faced me. "Huh?"

"I said", my eyes focused on Mercury. "Could wewe give us some privacy?"

"I could, but I don't want to."

I scowled.

"It's fine Mercury, I'll see wewe later." Cameron kissed her on the cheek.

The sight stung the back of my eyeballs.

She smiled at him, glared at me, and left.

Cameron faced me again. "Now what did wewe want?"

"I want to know why the hell you're tongue was in that..bitch's mouth", I yelled. I had never used profanity before, but it felt good.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"No, I'm your girlfriend!"

"Correction, wewe were my girlfriend."

" 'Were'? What do wewe mean 'were'?...
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posted by para-scence
The inayofuata day, I had no choice but to go to school. My Marafiki looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.

"How wewe doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.

"Did wewe hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Hear what," Liberty said.

"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised au something. So that means---"

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"Well why...
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“Oni! Did wewe already pack some shampoo, conditioner and all of that crap? wewe know that hotel hygiene products suck!” shouted June through my bathroom door.

“June chill, Let me finish taking my waz.” I rolled my eyes. No use she couldn’t see it.

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"June what's wrong?" I asked concerned while...
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posted by Insight357
I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I alisema taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I...
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George Clark looked at his newborn son Lucas. Devestated at the death of his wife, he wonders why she couldn't stop her alcoholic addiction, especially for her own child. After they found out she was pregnant, George encouraged her to go to theorpy, have interventions, au anything to stop her addiction. Nothing would help. Even knowning that she had a son on the way, she still drank. George refused to raise Luke all kwa himself. He felt like he wouldn't be a good enough single father to raise him. He tried for a month, but took Luke to an orphanage, hoping that his son would be adopted and have...
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