http://slow.writerscafe.org/christenwrites The original writings of author Christen Owen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776237148 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 9---I stare in amazement as I walk through the large double doors entering the dinning hall with Nate, it was one thing seeing it in the light, but in the dark it's phenomenal. Everything is cast in a dark orange glow from the chandeliers and lit pumpkins, some of them are even levitating, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1444932/ Chapter 8---I tap my foot under the desk in rhythm to the ticking of the clock. It seems to be moving slower and slower with every passing second. My eyes dart from the board, where Mr. Bryson is explaining the confusing, rare, and powerful charm of Reality Warping, to the clock. I try to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1442672/ Chapter 7---I rush down the hallways, avoiding students heading to wherever they want to go for their free time. I was supposed to meet Nate twenty minutes ago to head into Eden and by a costume. It's the day before Halloween and I still have nothing to go as. I don't even have an idea as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1442204/ Chapter 6---My eyes flutter open and I expect to see my bedroom ceiling, but instead I see a stony ceiling that is far above my head, a lot like the schools hallways or the dining hall. I look around and realize that I am not in fact in my room, but I seem to be in a hospital of some kind. I see tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438766/ Chapter 5---I wave goodbye to Kierra, Tanya, and Remi as they walk inside the school and I stay out, waiting patiently for Nate. Kierra gives me a look right before her face gets hidden by the school walls, but I am unable to determine what the look is supposed to mean. I brush it off as a "be caref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438764/ Chapter 4---The early Saturday morning sun shines down on me through the newly opened curtain. I smile at the warmth on my pale face and decide to open my sleepy eyes. I see that Kierra is still asleep in the bed beside me, Tanya is gone --showering I assume as I can hear running water-- and Remi is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438763/ Chapter 3---I take my map of the school out of the small pocket of my backpack, staring down at it and trying to find the library. I find it rather quickly, for on the map it looks like one of the largest rooms in the school, even larger than the dining hall. It’s at the very end of the school.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438761/ This is the story of the horror that was bestowed upon Audrey and Damian Woodhouse that would terrify even the bravest of souls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438748/ Chapter 2---I’m awoken by a gentle shake on my shoulder and a voice saying, “Elina, get up. Wouldn’t want to be late on your first day!” I open my heavy eyelids and Remi’s features come into focus. I look at the clock and see that it says 6:02 in bright red letters that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438692/ Chapter 1---I stare out the window of our dingy little Subaru, looking at the other cars beside us and people walking on the sidewalk in the six am  light. I wish that I could be like them, leading a normal life full of bills to pay and friends to call. Not having the weight of other people's l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438686/ Prologue---A baby girl, born with a head of snow white hair, and the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. That's where this story starts. Nobody knew that this child was going to be extraordinary, a legend even. At that moment, the only unique thing about her was her appearance, nothing more, nothi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438685/ *Read note for reviewers for whole description* Elina Faith's life has never been normal. Ever since she was little, she's had powers. She can bend energy fields around her, making her have almost ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christenwrites/1438682/