Piper Curran
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True Meaning - Part 3
“Hey, Jason? Right?” I grabbed the bowel behind him and pulled the level for the fruity puffs. “Yeah, the RA for your dorm hall. How was the rest of the night?” He was piling on the eggs that looked like they had more cheese in them than unpasteurized goats' milk.
By Piper Curran2 years ago in Fiction
True Meaning - Part 2
"Well, this is not off to a great start." Mumbling to myself as I got out of bed. Hazel was the last person that needed to by taken right now. This was not the best situation to be in. How would I even do this? I have only been in the magic world for ten years. So much less than Hazel.
By Piper Curran2 years ago in Fiction
The Sands of Time
June 18th 2006 The weather out here will kill me before any of the wildlife does. I mean, how does anyone get anything done in 98 degree heat! Living in Montana my whole life has nothing to prepare me for this type of work even if I have dreamed of it my whole life. Even if I am slightly in love with the guide that was hired to take us through the jungle of woods here in Georgia, I could never stay here. That being said, let me take you back to the beginning of the story and tell you why I am here. It started almost eight months ago.
By Piper Curran2 years ago in Humans
Beginning of Week 3
Well a lot has been going on. From time to time, I like to take a run to the outside of town and enjoy the peace and quiet. Lately, that has not been very helpful. My mind is racing and my heart is far from the place of peace I use to find out there. The breeze and the horses and the grass; none of it feels the same. I know that in reality, things will never be the same, but that is all I long for. I want her back and I want these last two weeks to not have happened at all.
By Piper Curran2 years ago in Earth
True Meaning
“Conner, where are my keys?” Tearing through the house last minute searching for things was the new normal for me lately. “Hazel?! Are you still here? You were suppose to leave more than fifteen minutes ago.” He came running into the foyer with my keys held high in his hand, “They were on the corner of the desk.”
By Piper Curran2 years ago in Fiction