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Bleary-eyed, I went downstairs for breakfast, the house was empty, even the furniture had gone...

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Bleary-eyed, I went downstairs for breakfast, the house was empty, even the furniture had gone...

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He looked around the room. He was thinking about what he should do next. When suddenly his bedroom door swung open and his best friend Sam ran in. "Oh great! You're back. It took you a little longer than everyone else. We've got to hurry before they come back!"

What took longer than everyone else? Who is they? I'm so confused the boy thought, but no words actually came out of his mouth. All he knew was that he was very thirsty.
"Come on!" Sam yelled frantically. "We've got to get out of here!"
He got out of bed, swinging his feet to the floor. His legs felt like jelly.

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The villagers had finally made a rope long enough to bring it down. Why had they done it? According to some, no one needed the moon. It was a useless lump of reflective rock in the sky. Others said that it wasn't bright enough on Earth, that if they brought it down, light would shine all day. The rest said that the moon would fetch a hefty price and they could finally move out of this tiny town. Regardless of the motive, the end result was the same: the moon came down.

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As she walked along the street the tiny dragon in her pocket stirred restlessly. 

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As she walked along the street the tiny dragon in her pocket stirred restlessly. 

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She hurried along the street, hoping the little dragon wouldn't get anxious enough to "blow a hole in her pocket" - LITERALLY. If the dragon became cranky there's a good chance it would heat up, flare its nostrils wide, and release a string of fire right into the seam of her pants!

What could she possible feed this tiny creature? What in the world did baby dragons even eat?

While distracted by her thoughts, Misha ran right into a big burly gentleman with a beard extending nearly to his belly button.

"Hey! What where yer goin' ya little brat," the bearded man shoved Misha hard on the shoulder.

Maybe it was the jolt from being shoved or perhaps the deep rumble of the man's voice, but the baby dragon shot out of Misha's pocket like a rocket!

A stream of fire followed behind it.

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I wondered what this monstrosity was so I looked out the hole where the door used to be. As I scratched my head, the floor fell through and I went tumbling into a dark rabbit hole. I couldn't think and I couldn't breathe because it was all too much of a rush. Dirt flew into my mouth as I gasped for breath wondering if this was it. Suddenly I dropped and banged my head on the earth. I looked up only to see a colorful world around me. In my shock, I laid my head down and began what I thought was a fever dream.

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I had never seen a ghost. But like they say, there is a first time for everything.

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I had never seen a ghost. But like they say, there is a first time for everything.

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He didn't see me, though, and I was wondering if there was a way I could ease around the edges of the room without being detected. Somehow, the past always finds us, not matter how hard we run. And the ghosts of our mistakes haunt us, and sometimes they just show up in person. I wasn't sure how I would survive if he saw me. I wasn't ready to face him or what I had done.

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In my dream, candy fell out of the walls, screaming, "Off with your head!" True to their word, they fell on my head, but they were soft--almost pillowy--and bright pink. I tried to push them off, but they stuck to my hair. I started clawing them off, but they got stuck to my hands. In the middle of all of this mess was Alice, inviting me for tea.

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Although the feeling seemed strange because Sam and Cole actually glided between the rooms of the castle. Maybe it was his dead imagination, Cole thought, simulating the feelings of still being alive. Still being...human.

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Although the feeling seemed strange because Sam and Cole actually glided between the rooms of the castle. Maybe it was his dead imagination, Cole thought, simulating the feelings of still being alive. Still being...human.

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"Sam wait!" Cole shouted. But the sound came from outside of his ghost body. It reverberated from every wall around them. As if by some powerful force, Cole managed to pull his arm away from Sam.
"I demand to know what going on right now, Sam! And I need some stinkin' water! I'm practically dying of thir-" Cole couldn't finish the sentence. Wasn't he already dead? How cold a ghost be thirsty?

Sam's face went grim. "Cole, you're not thirsty per se...you're finally craving blood..."

"Cole

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"Nooo!" she shouted as the dragon sped away. The bearded man pointed his finger toward the stream of fire flowing through the air and he bellowed "Aye men, I believes we've found ourselves the last dragon". A laugh up roared from the group of men and it rattled her to the core. " You will NEVER find him!" she said. " But you will" said the bearded man as he uprooted her from the ground. Misha then knew he was a pirate.

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Sam felt like a man. A man who had done wrong in his life. " I refuse to believe that is what's happening". Sam had to wake himself up from this terrible dream so he lept from the castle walls. To his amazement he flew! Well, hovered was the word. Sam had so many mixed emotions that he couldn't understand what to do. After his descent from the flight he asked Cole a question he'd never thought he would ask. " Are you dead too?"

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I knew exactly why Lucius appeared; not only here, but on this very night.

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I knew exactly why Lucius appeared; not only here, but on this very night.

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Lucius was the past I needed to face. I'm sure he could smell my guilt in this room. It was the anniversary of his death. I only came here to put flowers down - let him know I was sorry. But I should've known better than to come back to this very spot knowing damn well I was responsible for Lucius's death. How could a sister do that to her own flesh and blood - that's what people would ask if they knew the truth. But Lucius knew the truth. And I knew he came here to make sure I paid for my ultimate betrayal.

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She fought him hard, knowing that it was useless, but she couldn't give in to pure evil. The last dragon was something that was beyond precious. People had died to protect it. People would continue to die as long as it was alive because its death signaled the end of magic in their world. And there were too many people who wanted magic to die, who wanted to control the world without the possibilities of being saved by the great dragon race. She felt her entire body thud crash into the back of the wagon, slammed into the bodies of sheep, goats, and pigs. It was bedlam among the animals, especially since her hands and feet were tied. They kept stepping on her, over her, sitting on her. She tried dragging herself to the corner, when she saw him looking back at her with those pale blue eyes.

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It was beautiful. It was almost too much for my eyes to behold. I looked at the gates and I said I must be here. Heaven. There were no words to describe my joy. No tears could explain how overwhelmed I was. I didn't even want to know what happened to me. I didn't want to remember how or when I died. I just wanted to sing and rejoice. So I did.

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Upon, the moon landing on Earth, the villagers instantly regretted what they had done.

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Upon, the moon landing on Earth, the villagers instantly regretted what they had done.

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At first it started as a slow, disorienting spin. The humans felt the pull of gravity change ever-so-slightly. It was the babies and the elderly people who felt the shift first. Suddenly all elders, above 50, began to simply fall - as if tripped - but they could be standing still.
Next, it was the babies, who began to wail at their discomfort. Some vomited all the milk from their full bellies as if they'd been spun on a merry-go-round for far too long.

The young, healthy adults felt it last. They did not immediately fall to their knees, but standing up and walking were not such easy tasks as before. Unable to walk tall, their gait became a lean - oddly all in the same direction. Some simply fell, tripping on their own two feet due to the imbalance.

The poor, silly villagers had no concept of gravy.

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I have to wake up! I thought to myself. I pinched my arm as hard as I could. Instead of waking up a dark bruise began to form on my arm. "This cannot be real!" I said aloud, mostly to myself. "Of course it's real! Now, are you coming to tea or not?" Alice looked at me with annoyance.

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some vomited, but most just lay on their backs screaming until they became hoarse. Next, all kids between the ages of 2-17 felt it. As if by magic they began to float. As hard as they tried, they were never able to fully touch the ground again. At first the kids believed that they would float away and never see their parents again, but there was some magic force field that kept them from going to high. When they floated towards the village's boundaries an invisible fence kept them in.

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Cole couldn't answer him. Sam hadn't wanted to die. Who does? Except for those with reason. Sam thought his life through someone and for some strange reason he couldn't remember how he had died. He cared about his death so much that when Cole made a joke he didn't laugh. He wondered how it all happened and he just kept on wondering.

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"Man, you have to ask? Do normal people crave blood and fly?" Cole asked. He looked at them both with confusion. How could this have happened? His last memory was being on the streets of New Orleans last night. They had been coming out of a club and had taken a shortcut to the hotel, when the most beautiful creature he had ever seen had emerged from the shadows. After that, he couldn't remember anything. He could tell that wherever they were now was a long way from the streets of New Orleans. It had an old European feel to it.

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Mad Hatter said " We've been waiting forevvvverrrrr for you. How come you didn't fall through that hole any sooner?"
" I..I... I didn't know you needed me here" I said in a confused tone. " Ugg, they never do" said Alice to the Hatter and they chuckled delightfully. " Well, um how can I help you?" I said.
" You mean how can we help YOU silly girl!!" said the party guest. They all laughed and I felt like a mushroom.

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Misha found her footing and edged her way to the calm mare, tied, and standing in the back of the wagon.

With each step closer to the horse, she cooed sweet nothings - indicating she meant no harm. The horse was frightened by the rocking of the wagon, but it seemed to also want comfort - to know it wasn't alone in this strange predicament.

Misha finally was close enough to gently touch the horse. She had to maneuver sideways just so her hands could brush against it's warm body. The mare gave a soft, shy "neeh" which Misha could hear above the clamor of the other animals.

When she sensed the timing was right, Misha slowly moved her hands closer to the mare's mouth - encouraging it to nibble at the rope binding her hands together.

It seemed like hours later, however it was a mere five minutes before that great big mare had gnawed Misha's restraints down to mere strings that she could pull apart by bringing her arms forcefully forward.

Once free, Misha had to stifle a shout of triumph. These pirates were not going to get away with ridding the world of magic - not if Misha had anything to say about it.

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The struggle in my head traveled to my gut, and my mixed emotions stopped my forward movement. What was I going to do? I had run for as long as I could. Perhaps I was just ready for him to get this over with. The running, the guilt, the fear . . . it had ruined any attempt at a life. And to think it had all started over the secret room in our family home, the one we never even knew existed until two years earlier. We had found it one night when there was no power and we had been running our hands along the wall, looking for an old candlestick that our grandmother had left on the bookshelf. Little did we know that applying pressure to the corner of the shelf would open the door and show us secrets that we had never even imagined could belong to our boring, business as usual, family. If we had only known that the door opening was actually the beginning of the end for our family, our relationship, and ultimately his life. Because only one of us could survive, and I had been intent on it being me. Now, I wasn't so sure that if I had to do it again that I would make the same decision. There was only way to know - I was going to have to face him and see what would happen.

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"Not dead. Reborn! Don't you see? We are alive for the very first time!" Sam began to tell a story that started to sound familiar to his ears. Over the past 18 months a strange sickness had taken over the tiny village they called home. One by one the villagers became sick and took to their beds. Then, the thirst came, but they were unable to drink any water. Each time they tried they would simply vomit it up. Next was the fever and finally death. The family of those sickened would leave the patient in their bedrooms for three days as was their custom, but after the first night the patient would simply disappear. No one knew what happened to them that is until Sam and Cole decided to watch overnight. That's when they saw him. The strange figure that slipped into the rooms of the dead only to later emerge, but not alone.