Klynian woke up sore and aching. She r***** the sleep from her eyes and turned off her old alarm clock, then jumped into the shower. After showering, she jogged into the kitchen after choosing to wear a blue blouse and a pair of jeans. She grabbed an apple and slipped on her jogging shoes. She ran out the door, then backtracked and grabbed the pair of sunglasses. She passed a mirror on doing so and stared at her unusually snowy white eyes. Despite her eyes, she was not blind, she was just a… Continue

Klynian drummed her fingers on her desk impatiently. She peeked out the window again, looking for her foster mother's familiar rust-bucket Volvo. It drove up into the driveway and she abandoned her homework to meet her by the door of their apartment. She saw her mother enter and felt the now natural feeling of the gift she had gotten at birth course through her. 2 years, 4 months, 6 days. She gulped. She hadn't realized how quickly her Mother was dying. A spirit floated up and Klynian greeted… Continue

The Seer's Daughter: Prologue



Jacklyn Nuroshi had always been a strange child. At a young age she would complain of wailing noises and seeing people on a night of a full moon. Soon, she saw them on nights that weren't full moons, and finally, when she was 10, her mother snapped. She had sent Jacklyn off to be adopted, and when Jacklyn got to the orphanage, she saw many spirits floating around her. That night, one in particular had been bugging her. " Go away! " she had said firmly,… Continue

Addiction

I realize I'm not addicted to something normal, I'm addicted to wierd.

And even though I try to act normal I'm not.

And every so often, my friends look at me and wonder: Why is she so strange?

Why does she like the things she does? Why does she act the way she does?

And they never find an answer.