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Possibly. I may have been too quick to get it right in my head. I shall edit it correctly. But on second thought, Drew stated them being protectors of the WOODS, not the animals. I shall not change it, as I think it still makes sense that a child would get confused.

( Chapter 1, part 1…) Chapter 1: Drew And Darius They say a friend for life is unattainable. I do not believe so. My name is Drew Sanders. I am currently a twenty year old woman. And this is a story of my childhood friend called Darius. We have been best friends since I was ten years old. We...

Chapter Two Detective Harry Stone was within his squad car, travelling with concentration as he bypassed the gravelled path up to The Marley Estate. Mr. Marley and his entire family lived within a mansion estate up in what the locals called The Hills, an upscale rich district of the...

Indeed. ( chapter 1, part 3…) Detective Harry Stone glanced down at the file folder within his hands, the lingering trail of cigarette smoke a mere inconvenience as the detective’s mind was elsewhere. With a mirthful small chuckle escaping his slightly parted lips, Harry Stone opened the file...

(Chapter 1, part 2…) Detective Harry Stone felt himself at a loss of what to do next. Sure, he had an inkling of a case to declare it as a Homicide rather than Suicide, but even he knew hunches and ordered lunches did not a case make. With these perturbed thoughts running throughout his head...

( chapter 3, part 4…) As they continued on throughout the blue grass laden dandelion fields, the three wanderers came upon an embankment of glowing purple mossy cobblestones brightly illuminating as a running creek slicked the mossy stones. A simple yet reinforced wooden bridge arched over the...

To be completely honest with you Copperfox, the simplest answer would be…no. I have never experienced the likes of what you ask in my life. So, your statement of it being not true that pure fiction reflecting real life all the time is in fact valid, at least in this particular context of discussion.

( chapter 3, part 3…) “Aha!” exclaimed Fert in a sudden shout of jubilation that caused Maverick and Vanessa his undivided attention. “What’s the matter, Fert?” Maverick asked, shocked at the man’s sudden outburst. Fert did not answer right away, merely glancing over at the two of them with...

(Chapter 8, part 3…) Mitch Dawson was an excruciating man of subtlety. He was observing his son Henry carefully, his smile a mere reminder of his dubious nature. Ever since he had left his ex-wife Catherine because of her drunken behaviour, he knew he was a coward for leaving his son to be the...

( chapter 3, part 2…) With a flick of his wrist, Fert boldly tilted his cane in a random direction and began sauntering off in the way his cane pointed. The other two followed Fert a few footfalls behind him as the cascade of blue grasslands peppered out to an ashen field of white dandelion...

(Chapter 8, part 2…) I noticed as we were driving through the town that we were not headed down the familiar roads that led to my house. I decided to glance over at Claire in the driver’s seat. Claire’s golden windswept hair as she was driving made me almost gasp in shock at the sight of...

(Chapter 8, part 1…) Chapter 8: Trailer Trash Dawson I had exited the school building, feeling glad my school day was over after a few more classes. With a sense of relief, I did not notice until I was accosted suddenly that several older classmates dragged me over to a side wall of the...

(Chapter 3, part 1…) Chapter 3: Land Within A Hat. The first thing Maverick sensed was a blinding light enveloping his whole being after the top hat had swallowed him whole. The boy found himself standing in a bizarre landscape of blue and red with a dash of green light. As his eyes adjusted...

( chapter 2, part 4… ) Fert seemed to regain his vigorous confidence and jumped up from his sitting position. He landed deftly on his feet and flourished a dignified bow in Maverick’s direction. “Well, now that is sorted, we must be on our way! The show must go on, after all,” Fert uttered with...

(Chapter 7, part 10…) The math class was dull, as usual. I was getting blurry eyed from gazing at the equations I had written down in my notebook. ‘If X equals Y, and the fundamental prime of Y equals Z, what does the initial form of X make?’ I haphazardly thought in my brain. Even the...