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The Island previewThe Norse soldier's ship lands at my island. I watch as the solitary man climbs out of the ship. I smile as he looks at my obsidian castle. I quickly move to the dining hall and generate a feast with my snakelike emerald scepter. I smile as I pour powder on all of the food except the ones that touch my plate. A soft, wicked chuckle escapes my cold, red lips. A loud knock on the door echoes throughout the stone walls. I snap, letting the door open. The soldier looks around carefully. I grin maliciously.
"Who resides here?" he calls out. I simple chuckle and linger against the doorway to the dining hall.
"Just Circe," I respond, locking my red eyes with his gray ones. My long, curling black hair flows to my elbows. He removes his helm, shaking down shoulder-length brown hair. His face is tensed, nervous. I smile again, softly this time. I almost take pity on him. Almost. I seat him down at the dining table. This is just too easy.
MH OC Leoretta McTaggartName: Leoretta McTaggart
Parents: The Selkies
Killer Style: It's all about the ice and the water. That's where I come from, after all. I love wearing sharp, yet flowing clothes. I love showing everyone else my heritage through my clothes.
Freaky Flaw: I have this bad tendency to snap at times. I don't usually have a bad temper, but when someone gets me angry, I have to blow up, I guess.
Pet: I have a pet albatross named Shamrock. He's extremely good luck, especially overseas.
Favorite Activity: Swimming. I could swim all day long if I wanted to.
Biggest Pet Peeve: People treating me like I'm nothing, as if I'm invisible.
Favorite Subject: Choir. I love expressing myself through songs.
Least Favorite Subject: Dead History. Honestly, I can't remember worth a sea dollar.
Favorite Color: Is there a color for the Aurora Borealis? Green, Fuchsia, Blue.
Favorite Food: Gotta love sushi.
BFF's: Lagoona Blue, Venus McFlytrap, Clawdeen Wolf.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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