Kiss: Maleficent Fanfiction by TheSilverTrumpet, literature
Literature
Kiss: Maleficent Fanfiction
“Diaval, do you love her?”
The crow-man and the young queen strolled together through the moorlands. They had been doing so for nearly an hour now while the teen awaited her godmother’s return from the patrols. The crow was happy to satisfy his fledgling’s fancy, and if she wanted to talk to him, then he would talk. But this conversation had taken a very uncomfortable turn for him, and now the queen seemed to have it wedged in her head that Diaval had romantic notions about her godmother.
“I am incredibly fond of my mistress, Aurora, but I would not consider—”
Persephone Thesis: Essay Component
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
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It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of ima
Chapter two New Lessons by KakaIruZutara, literature
Literature
Chapter two New Lessons
Mozart made her way to maths.
Her uniform worked well. With a woman fit white shirt, black skirt and stockings, which ended under her knees. Every piece fitted her curves.
Her long dark brown hair ended half way down her back. Her eyes were the same shade of brown.
Daisy was with her.
Same shirt, with a different skirt and Daisy wore tights, along with her nutty brown hair up with, ironically, a daisy. Her eyes were also the same shade of brown as her hair.
The girls took their sites at the back and took out their books.
Mozart? Daisy asked shyly.
Un? Mozart replied, still looking for her pen.
Do we ha
Chapter One Meet the Whiskers by KakaIruZutara, literature
Literature
Chapter One Meet the Whiskers
A new year, a new day, a new school.
Mozart. A woman of eighteen she maybe but a girl still in heart.
She had looked after all of younger siblings over the year. Giving care and protection.
After all she was the fifth eldest.
First Shakespeare, then Tosca, Mitch and Daisy.
Shakespeare was one of a kind.
When he was only nine he had saved Mitch from a pair of teens and with great care had took him home.
Plus when he was only a baby he had been bitted by a puff adder and had lived.
Tosca. Tosca was never one to follow the rules.
Rebellious wasnt a strong enough word to cover it.
At the age of sixteen she had given birth to three
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