As time passed Alex fell into a deep meditation, a state of clear bliss and tranquillity, something that is considered sacred by many people as such occurrences rarely happen, as it's not something you that can be consciously achieved, it can only happen through sheer luck.
In the Abyss.
Using that moment I turn towards the creature, stepping out trying to stab it with a flimsy multitool screwdriver. A wave of decay washes over me, the smell itself making me almost want to throw up. The creature looking like some kind of decaying human, crawling probably because one of its legs has been cut off.
One thing I like about Verona other than her impeccable taste in fashion, is how vocal and upfront she is on her hatred towards me. In a sense, she is probably the most honest bitch I've ever met.
Because the word novel is thrown about loosely by publishers and because of their printing subterfuge, teachers often don't realize that a particular work is so manageable in terms of length. Here then are my recommendations, in alphabetical order, of excellent works of fiction that fall between short story and novella:
I ignored the crazy bimbo to satisfy my curiosity as to who this executioner is; I spread out my semblance to 500 meters and spotted an above-average aura amount that seems to have an attack-type semblance. Of what, I don't know.
Why is this world filled with so much pain?
She opened her mouth but didn't shout she only grasped some air, crying silently. Lowering her head.
"Are you sure we can't do something to stop this transformation or any other method?".
"Plants are separated into different tiers; normal, elite, and boss. The rarities are also not an exception to this; common, rare, epic, and legend. The rarity shows how easily a plant can be found in the wilderness while the tiers show how well it has grown and how much it is worth in its species. It is normally not shown unless the Host gives express permission for such."
I know your probably busy but please new chapters T_T
It was a short distance away from the camp, me and Vera ran into it. I could feel chills coming down my spine as we stare at it - damned if it isn't foreboding.