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The Everlight Sacrifice
Corina White had agreed to it. When the witches of the Everlight Coven came to her with an offer, telling her that if she agreed to be a sacrifice in their ritual, she would gain powers, Corina had been expecting it. She knew it was going to happen. Her father had told her story after story about the Everlight Coven, about how they worshiped dark Gods, how they had to give a sacrifice every twenty years to appease them.
Fishboy Proves to Everyone He Really Is Cool, Really
The Introduction Truthfully, I might not be the best person to be reviewing any sort of DCEU movie as I have an unnatural bias toward liking these movies (Suicide Squad is even my favorite one) but I’m going to do it anyway because, while I absolutely love these movies and can give them the benefit of the doubt, I still do understand what they are and what they aren’t. That being said, let's dive into it.
Alissa takes a deep breath as she raises the photograph in her hand up to her eye level. She’d only done this once before (and she wasn’t even sure she’d done it the first time). Alissa was a photographer, and so she always had photographs with her. Bored in class, she stared listlessly at a photo she had on her desk: a beautiful picture of a forest framed to make it look magical. The first time she’d done this she’d been looking at that photo, and then suddenly she was in that forest, magic touching her fingertips. It had been glorious, and magical, and when it was over she thought she had magic powers. The longer she thought about it, though, the more she started to doubt that she had actually been inside the photo.
“You hate Halloween?” The question comes up in the middle of lunch after the revelation. “I don’t hate Halloween.” Cassidy says, folding her hands in her lap, “I just don’t see the point of it.”
“I’m telling you, horror movies just aren’t scary anymore!” I say, giggling as we walk in through the door. “Come on, you can’t tell me that there weren’t a couple jump scares in there that got you.” My friend Lizzy argues. “I know for a fact I felt you jump.”
Do You Believe in Magic?
“Do you believe in magic?” Alice asks me one day. We’re thirteen years old, technically teenagers now. So, while I do believe in magic—even though I know that it’s a true fact because my family are witches and we do magic every day—believing in magic is a childish thing, something girls my age don’t believe in anymore.
The Assassin and the Thief
The moon is high, almost in position, by the time I get where I need to be. My target should be walking back into town any moment now. If all goes to plan, this hit should go down without a hitch. I shift in my position slightly, careful not to rustle the branch I rest on too much. The stiffness in my bones has set in now, but I can’t leave my position. I have a mark, I have to carry out the mission.
It's a cool fall morning and the air is crisp enough to freeze the tip of your nose. It is the perfect morning, perhaps, for a jog; a nice temperature for an activity that gets your blood pumping. It is also the perfect kind of morning to, say, read a book and have a cup of coffee. Which is exactly what Felicity is doing on this cool fall morning.