I started this novella in sixth grade. All pleasantries aside, it SUCKED. So much so, in fact, I ignored its existence for a good year. Seventh grade, I rewrote it. Then ignored it again. Eighth grade, I edited it into what it looks like now. Full disclosure I hadn't read it since then, a year ago. But here it is, I suppose, with rather subpar editing and a plot you'd have every right to laugh at. It does prove an important point, though- everyone has to start somewhere. This is where I started. Had I not written this I may not have written the McCalliverse saga, the Athena Chronicles, Florida Goners, or the dozens of other stories I have yet to show anyone. It's the reason I probably stayed sane during quarantine.
It's the reason I can still write.
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Blinded
Fantasy"How do I save someone, when I don't even know what I'm up against?" "Maybe you'll need my help." A teen with powers from an unknown source is thrown into chaos when her sister turns up missing. She realizes this is a lot bigger than just her- it in...
