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girl we are almost the same person 🩷

I had someone ask me so here

 I couldn’t stop myself. Memories flooded in and threatened to take over. Within a second I was sitting on the ground in my old house lifting up the limp arm of my father and placing it around me for the hope of just a slice of comfort.

I remember the aching in my heart as I walked away from my home into a new world ahead of thievery and survival.

As a little boy I learned the importance of being invisible. I heard all of the orphanage stories, and I knew I would not let myself end up there, so I fled. I fled into the dark of night, chest pumping, and tears streaming down my face. Now, here I was on those same streets I fled as a boy with just as much pain threatening to control my every move, but this time I knew how to live. Maybe I wasn’t thriving, but I was alive and that's all I could manage. 

Just then my stomach growled and I knew what I had to do, steal. I marched into the town center and blended into the crowd. I slowly inched closer to one intriguing booth that sold chocolate chip cookies. Without a second thought I swiped my hand over the counter and grabbed a cookie. 

“Quite a nice collection,” I told the man running the booth, “These cookies look as if they may be worth stealing. 

With that I faded into the crowd expecting the man to chase after me but he never did. Puzzlement took over my body. I had stolen from the booth once before, and I quickly learned it would have been better to give him what little coins I had. Clearly, I forgot that lesson because here I was again, but this time he didn’t run. He just stood there and muttered something to a man standing nearby.  

Just then I realized that I didn’t give this man enough credit. He was quite smart, too smart. Both he and the other man chased me in different directions and I quickly realized they were cornering me into an ally. Still I ran, every instinct in my body pushing me forward until I ran right into the man I stole from. He took one hand and grabbed me by the neck.

“You think I forgot what you did to me boy?”

“Quite frankly not sir,” I replied, “I think it's pretty clear by the way you're threatening to kill me right now.”

The man chuckled. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you off the hook that easily.”

With that he sent a punch to my chest and I fell to the ground where he kicked me again, laughing. 

I kicked back, of course, but it was no use. The man was clearly doing more damage to me than I was to him. Once I was bleeding everywhere, the man backed away.

BHFF

hey guys! Ik the group is telling everyone it should be 18+ but this was an accident and I’m trying to change it. someone told me they couldn’t join bc of an age restriction and in an attempt to help I changed it into 18+ with the hopes of changing it back, but bc I’m not 18 it kicked me out.

Yes I love the books but, what I really like is the fandom.

In truth the books were ok but I’ve never felt like reading trials of Apollo of Charlie of the Gods. I got Perch Jackson’s Greek Gods book and made it halfway through but I just haven’t felt compelled to finish it. I keep getting distracted by other books.

ima torcher you guys to so here you go:

only 40 pages in an innocent little boy was shot with an arrow

And here I am thinking its a kids book 🥲.

this is a ruff draft (I hate the first chapter so I didn’t want to share it)

Chapter 2 - Sage“Get back here, you ragged thief. Death is coming for you,

” the man's threats weren’t

exactly intriguing so I decided to pick up the pace as I panted through the streets. I was used to

the stares I got, but still my gut wrenched. It always hurts to see people staring at me with

hatred in their eyes. If only they knew my story maybe they would feel different, or just hate me

more.

My rugged brown hair flapped in front of my face as I ran around the curve up to the

“house” I lived in. It wasn’t much of a house, but it was home to me. It was the one place in the

world where I felt safe and alone in my thoughts.

The world didn’t necessarily seem to like me, and I fear the devils spent too much time

on me, but here I was safe. I was safe from the busy streets, and gangs, and the fights that I

often find myself in, though maybe the saints couldn’t reach me either.

Since my parents died when I was young, I have learned to grow up quickly. I’ve

accepted that sometimes you have to get into a little trouble to survive the world when you were

an orphan.

My parents had died of a disease that had cursed the land. Even though they were sick,

they did their best to nurture me and prepare me for the real world.

They were the type of people you would enjoy dinner with, and who always had a story

to tell. Without them, affording food has become more difficult, almost as difficult as learning

how to move on.

I gained little peace, but anything to get my mind off my parent’s death brought a wave of

relief.

As I stared upon the horizon I allowed myself to wonder what royalty would be like.

Servants tending to your every need, food overflowing from tables, and riches beyond use.

Could I be worthy enough to be a king? I doubt it. I can hardly take care of myself here. It is

pointless to ponder the possibility of living a different life, and it doesn’t help my situation now.

The truth is that I will never be able to be that sort of person. I will live my life wishing I had

more, while stealing from those who hardly deserve to be stolen from. Only by a miracle will I