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Phoebe has a secret.
She has fire magic.
Most of the time, she just accidentally summons normal fire. But sometimes the fire is golden and cannot be put out.
She's kept this secret since she was eight... so, for six years. Every time she summons flames, she has an excuse ready. She has one rule: NEVER let people know what you are.
But one day a strange girl walks up to Phoebe. She's beautiful... But Phoebe won't dwell on it. But most importantly, this girl has water magic.
Before she knows it, Phoebe is falling for this mysterious girl who controls water. Phoebe feels like she can confide in her about everything. She trusts her. But sometimes, things are not what they seem...
Fire. Fire everywhere, and this time it was too much.
Too much for her to handle.
Too much for anyone to put out.
And for once, Phoebe couldn’t control it.
As she looked into the eyes of her captor, she tried to find any traces of remorse, or guilt, or any emotion that might mean the person Phoebe once knew was still in there.
But she found nothing.
And then the wall of flames overtook her.
Chapter One, Part One
Phoebe woke up with a start.
She could feel sweat trickling down her back, still there from when she had her nightmare.
The recurring nightmares terrified her. They held secrets, warnings, and blazing infernos. Phoebe was terrified every single time she woke up from one of her bad dreams. They seemed so real... And sometimes, in a way, they were.
Ever since she was eight, Phoebe had kept a secret: She could summon and control fire. Now she was fourteen, and her magic was getting worse. Sometimes, when she woke up from a nightmare, fire burned around her, and she had to quickly put it out.
Thankfully, she didn’t commit arson this time.
She turned over and looked at her clock. One a.m. Great. Phoebe sat up on her bed. She summoned her concentration, waited for a moment, and eventually watched as a small flame danced across her palm.
It was plain orange- good. She could sometimes summon golden flames, but only by accident. The golden ones could never be put out, even with water. But, for some reason, they couldn’t burn though stone. So Phoebe always kept a stone jar or two in handy so she could put the flames in there. Her parents never knew why she had so many stone jars lying around her room, but they let her be.
Phoebe closed her hand into a fist, extinguishing the flame. For a minute she stared at her hand, not really thinking of anything. But she eventually stood up and went to her window seat. She peered out the window, looking at the stars above her house.
Phoebe thought of all the things she wished for, since imagining a perfect reality usually seemed to calm her.
So Phoebe closed her eyes and plunged herself into a world where she didn’t have fire. She was just an ordinary fourteen-year-old girl, emphasis on ordinary. In this world, she had already come out, and everyone accepted who she was and who she loved. Here she had many friends who all cared for her, and sat with her at lunch, and hung out with her on the weekends.
Here, she was happy.
After a short while of dreaming, she stood up and went back to her bed. She guessed she should probably get some sleep since she had school in the morning.
HiddenMinds967 NewbieWow, i like it, the narrative is cool, but i really think, you could have put more in the start rather than in the before start
Okay, thanks! I'll work on it!
Okay, I have a poetry thing for extra credit. My teacher decided we should write a short poem about an inanimate object and I chose smile (I don't care if anyone else thinks it's alive, I asked and it was okay). So anyways, I'm writing a haiku-- PLEASE judge, I want credit on the extra credit :)
Smiles, by TheDorkWhoWrites
Brightening the world
Making me feel at home with
sweet, welcoming love
I'm terrible at haiku and I wanna be better, please tell me any room for improvement.
Okay, I have a new fanfic I’m writing. I took up an internet challenge to write a fanfic about a ship I don’t ship, but think is fine, if that makes sense. I’m going to *try* to copy and paste and if it doesn’t work, I’m going to either type it here *not likely* or forget about posting it here.
Anyways, the fanfic is called Mallowmelting, and it’s based on Keeper of the Lost Cities. The ship is Sophiana (Sophie x Biana). Personally, I’m all for Team Foster-Keefe, but Sophiana may be a second for me.
Well, here goes.
Biana paced her room.
All she had to do was think her plan out carefully.
Avoid messing up here, screwing up there, and failing here.
Master of plans, she was.
As she passed her desk, a small blue book caught her attention.
Biana slowly picked it up, grabbed a pencil, and sat on her bed. She briefly hesitated before opening the book and slowly and cautiously flipping through the pages.
Each page held realistic sketches of a girl.
A girl with blonde hair.
A girl with brown eyes flecked with gold.
A girl whose eyebrows creased when she was stressed, and it took everything Biana had to not reach out and smooth them.
A girl with five abilities.
The girl that had stolen Biana’s heart.
Biana paused on one specific page, by far her favorite one she'd drawn. It was a headshot of Sophie laughing, one of her eyes closed and the other barely open. Biana hadn't colored it, for fear of messing up the perfect details.
Biana pressed the book to her chest, keeping it there for a moment before putting it down and flipping to a blank page. She brought pencil to paper, sketching lines before her mind could tell her to stop.
Before too long, Biana had finished a rough sketch of Sophie Foster smiling. Later, she would go over it and--
No. She gave up this book a long time ago. After Sophie and Fitz got together, she knew there was no point. Biana had never seen any hints that Sophie liked her, and it was painfully obvious that she liked her brother.
The last time Biana had drawn in it was at Alluveterre. She had shared Sophie’s bed, the both of them sleeping under those beautiful flowers Calla had created for Sophie’s nightmares. The next morning, Biana had gone to her own room to get dressed, but she’d spent half the time drawing in her book.
Biana quickly shut the book. It wasn't worth going back.
She wasn’t about to get hurt again.
I added some more to that, but I’m not sure I like it…
Well anyways, here it is
Chapter one, continued
Biana leaped to Foxfire, her bodyguard in tow. Woltzer groaned after the leap. “I will never get used to that.”
Biana rolled her eyes. She'd ditch him later.
As Biana entered the school, she searched for a familiar face—hopefully a certain blonde one.
Unfortunately, she only found Dex. Sure, she liked his company, but she would have preferred Sophie.
Wait. No, she wouldn't have.
It was getting impossible not to think about her.
Biana forced a smile as she walked over to her friend. Dex looked worried.
“You alright?” Biana asked when she got over to him. “You look terrible.”
Dex looked at her. She realized he had dark bags under his eyes. “You haven't heard yet?” he asked quietly.
Biana shook her head, confused. “Heard what?” she said slowly.
Dex glanced around at the other prodigies. “I’ll let Sophie tell you.”
He walked away, leaving Biana lost. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She turned to Woltzer, but he just shrugged.
Biana went through the first half of her day unable to focus. What was bothering everyone? Was it dangerous? Did it have to do with the Neverseen?
Was Sophie alright?
Biana convinced herself that she was only wondering the last not because she had a crush on Sophie, because she didn't, but because she cared for her friend’s wellbeing.
Hi Nice tory!
Omg! Please finish this. I'm intrigued. This story is amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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