Katarzyna Crevan
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Hi! I enjoy writing and have been writing for some years now. I hope you enjoy my writing!
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Mindless; Chapter 9
When I open my eyes again, I'm- surprisingly- still in my room. My head is pounding, my face hurts, my hands hurt, everything hurts. I push the pain aside though. The lights are off, except for a lamp across the room. The darkness of my room makes me feel as if the darkness has escaped and is trying to suffocate me. I need to turn on the lights.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 2
Closing the door, I whisper a charm over it sealing it with magic. Satisfied I walk farther into the room. I drop the saddlebag at the base of the bed and walk to the window. Throwing it open, I look around. "Zanthus?" Whisper into the darkness. When he doesn't respond, I reach out with my mind. Darting into my mind's reach, he lands on the sill. I look at him.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 4
Frowin plods gently down one the street. Zanthus, now in crow form, watches from overhead. Every now and then, a curious bystander glances my way. I have my hood pulled up so they can't see my face, which causes them to watch me a little longer than they would if my hood was down.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 6
The sun is slowly falling behind the hills in the distance. Our usual evening guests had arrived and were scattered about the main room drinking and being loud. Janice weaved through the tables, filling cups, and managing plates. I could hear mom's voice floating from the kitchen.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 7
I stand by Frowin, scanning over the letter my mother had left for me. A year after she had passed, Micah and I had each received a letter from her. Letters she had written to us with the intent of them being given to us after she died. I remember the first time I read mine. It was before the Shadow Marks had appeared. Back then, her apologies for the 'mess she had made,' hadn't made any sense to me, but now they were beginning to.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
