Mageheart

The room had gone dark. Memories flickered through Kirux's mind - memories of not being able to sleep because he was scared of the monsters underneath his bed, of his ...

His lips opened in a helpless imitation of a startled cry as he was swept off of his feet, but he kept his grip strong on his keyblade. He didn't ...

The Heartless came at him in a relentless surge. He swung his keyblade about - desperate - but more kept appearing in the place of the ones he had defeated. ...

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our destiny i remember when we used to sit on the shores of our perfect little island. i'd always stand beside the fallen log you two sat on and we'd ...

Even before he was falling through the air, Edward knew this wasn't going to end well. The game with Schadel had seemed like a great way to pass the time. ...

sea salt trio sitting atop our own ticking clock tower, we swing our legs back and forth and eat sea salt ice cream in the light of the dying sun. ...

history repeats when i was a little girl, my grandmother gave me an old book on extraordinary women. held together by tape, the book should have been long forgotten. she ...

"I like your name," he said, removing his hand from the hilt of his sword and shaking Engel's name. He had never heard the name before, but it had a ...

Edward was an early riser. Claire had always joked that it was because of his time in the military, but it wasn't - he had always been like that. He ...

He faltered at the door. The boy was voicing the concerns he had already been thinking, and was offering the perfect solution - by sticking with him, he could navigate ...

"I didn't," he assured the boy. He had, technically, but it was only a little sip. The question being asked was really if he was drunk or not, and he ...

crushing my first crush was my childhood best friend. we had known each other since our years in soccer— i still remembered our dirty uniforms and gaping teeth. we'd get ...

perfectionist it's always annoyed me to not be able to color exactly within the lines— a stray dash of colored pencil always slips its way through my sharpie creation. i've ...

Wren and Arthur's conversation suddenly ceased when the suggestion - quiet as it was - was made, and Puck realized he'd have to pick a convenient story sooner rather than ...