Donna MC Taggart
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The bare minimum.
The day began like any other. We briefly kissed goodbye and performed our duty as any couple should. A quick peck on the cheek from him, right? That's all I came to expect anymore. There was a recession in affection, and my heart got used to little or nothing in return. Nothing remarkably different happened that day. But my body, heart, and soul knew something was about to change. My physical being was shaking, my stomach was in knots, and I felt nauseous.
By Donna MC Taggartabout a year ago in Families
The Awakening.
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Dwellings and outhouses scattered around the land before the first of the flame throwers appeared. The valley's homes and surrounding areas were replaced with enormous footprints. What once was flourishing green land, picturesque fields of colour and bloom, were barren and crushed.
By Donna MC Taggart2 years ago in Fiction
Sentient Creatures.
"There weren't always dragons in the valley. My father told me that my great grandfather used to walk every day across Edenvale without fear. It was the safest place in all of Fornovia. Neighbors helped each other, and children played and worked the land with their families. Nobody feared the green eyes, the mirrors, nor thought twice about leaving food out. My father told me about the red ball of flames that started it all. Nothing has been the same since..."
By Donna MC Taggart2 years ago in Fiction