✓ A Fact by Death the Kid's Wife

A week has passed. Only a week.

And now I only have a день to prepare. Adrenaline, the sister of fear, courses through my veins as I breathe a shaky sigh, filling my lungs with oxygen as I anticipate the growing hours that will determine my fate here at the Academy, as though I were about to jump off the highest peak of the icy Himilayas with only a parachute to secure my survival.

Kid has taught me well, and I owe him all the credit in the world. If it weren't for him, I would not have this секунда chance. I have to make the best of the situation; I must seize...

✓ A Fact-Fiction by Death the Kid's Wife

I wake up to a swirling world. The room spins around me in a circle, and there's a massive pounding in my head. It kind of freaks me out. I don't like hearing the blood rushing around in my skull. It's not very comforting. My right arm feels like it's on fire, but I can tell that it's bandaged up, and bandaged well too. Some voices emanate just outside the door. It's bright. The sunlight leaks through the оранжевый curtains, and I feel strangely at peace despite the circumstances. I wonder how long I've been out. I hope it hasn't been too long. I look...

✓ A Fact-Fiction by Death the Kid's Wife

My alarm clock goes off at 6AM, and I groan in despair. I may be a budding meister, but if there’s anything that I can’t stand, it’s the mandatory strength that waking up demands of my body. I Любовь sleep. I yawn and shake my sister awake. “Adrienne, get up. We need to meet Kid at the DWMA in an hour.”
    “No,” my sister moans, turning over on her side. She’s always one to sleep in, my sister. I can’t budge her from her bed, and there have been instances in which I’ve tried to wake her up but ended up getting...

The DWMA - a school for the most skilled meisters in all of the country. It is сказал(-а) that there is a lot of history that has to do with the renowned Academy. Its headmaster, Lord Death, has plenty of history all on his own.
From the corridors, to the classrooms, to the библиотека filled with Книги upon Книги of knowledge, wisdom, and в общем и целом, общая history of this great school.
One student makes his way through the labyrinth of novels, Arthur Kirkland (otherwise known as 'Iggy'). The British meister sports an olive-green tuxedo and appears before his fellow classmates in a military-like fashion.
His blond...

This is an Статья I have written for my sister, Adrienne. It's for her amusement.

The room is bright. Too bright. It's so bright that it seems bleached. Greyson Chance knows this.
"Too bright... Too bright! I'm blind!" He closes the shutters in his room and spins around in his стол письменный, стол chair. "Wee!"
There's a knock on the door, and he quickly composes himself with a small smile and a quick nod. "Come in."
It's his mother. She walk-skips into the room with a broad grin on her face.
"Greyson, I have great news! You're invited!"
"Invited?" He raises an eyebrow, still smiling but quizzically now.
"Yes!...