{"id":19533,"date":"2024-04-11T13:40:18","date_gmt":"2024-04-11T18:40:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=19533"},"modified":"2024-04-11T13:40:22","modified_gmt":"2024-04-11T18:40:22","slug":"blog-4-11-24","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2024\/04\/11\/blog-4-11-24\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog 4\/11\/24"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Since everyone seemed to like Cordelia and Atlas. I thought that I could write more about them, so this is just so bits of their story that I started writing some time ago.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Sitting in a small clearing of a forest is a house that seems to almost blend in. The house was surrounded by a small brown fence. There were two large trees behind the house with a small hammock between them with a small pool. A silhouette walks out of the trees and goes towards the house. When the figure comes into the moon light they are reveled to be a tall man with blond hair with blue eyes that shine in the moonlight. He is wearing an all-black suit. When he gets to the door of the house three more people come out of the trees two other men and a lady.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cSir, are you sure it\u2019s safe being this close to where \u2018The Witch\u2019 lives?\u201d The women asked the blond man. The other two men look around it seems like a regular house in the middle of the forest, but The Witch is a very sneaking person who knows what kind of of wards she may have around the house. \u201cMy informant said she lived here; I\u2019ll knock on the door you stay and watch my back.\u201d The blond man told them. They nodded at him, and the two men pulled out guns of different sizes while the woman grabbed the bow off her back and jumped to one of the closest trees. The blond man Knocked on the door and a little boy around the age of six or seven. The boy stared at the three adults, and they stared back. Why was a child here? They weren\u2019t told that a child was living here.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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The boy was about to close the door when the adults didn\u2019t say anything. \u201cWait!\u201d The blond man called out \u201cW-who are you? Are your parents’ home?\u201d He didn\u2019t understand why a child was there in what is supposed to be the evilest person\u2019s house. The boy just stared at them. It made them nervous it felt like he was sizing them up trying to see who he could take down first. \u201cLeo, baby where are you?\u201d A voice called out from the house. The blond man tensed when the voice got closer to the door. \u201cBaby, what are you doing at the door.\u201d A woman came out the door a picked up the little boy. The boy started moving his hands in different motions at the woman. \u201cVisitors? Now who would be crazy to come all the way.\u201d She looks up for the child and came face to face with the blond man and his group.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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The blonde man blinked his eyes a couple times \u201cCordelia Levitan we need to talk to you.\u201d He told her. Cordelia rolled her eyes and turned away from them but left the door open.<\/span><\/p>\n




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Well, that\u2019s all I have today I hope y’all enjoyed that story I am writing more but for right now this is all I have plz tell me what y’all thinks so I can change things that might not fit.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Since everyone seemed to like Cordelia and Atlas. I thought that I could write more about them, so this is just so bits of their story that I started writing some time ago.\u00a0 \u00a0 Sitting in a small clearing of a forest is a house that seems to almost blend in. The house was surrounded … Continue reading “Blog 4\/11\/24”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":91,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19533"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/91"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19533"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19565,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19533\/revisions\/19565"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}