Creative Writing: Camira's Realms

A gust of frigid Boston wind surged through the alley as I looked back towards the genie, who had become increasingly weaker after granting my second wish. He was now very old and frail with weak muscles that struggled to hold him upright. His hair was now completely gone, revealing a wrinkled and scarred forehead. Drowsily, he fell to the ground where he sat awaiting my final wish. I pondered for several minutes considering what my third wish would be. Finally, I decided that I would like the ability to turn invisible; this wish would allow me to observe anything happening in the world and be unnoticed. The genie nodded and granted the final wish and then held out a bright glowing stone. Hesitantly, I took it from his fragile hand and felt its warm and smooth surface with three indentations on the side; one for each ability I had wished for. The genie then began to slowly walk away, as he did, his head began to crystallize and dissipate into the wind. His body began to go next. With a quick burst of light, he was gone, his spirit free from all obligations and his earthly confines. With my three wishes granted and the stone in my hand, I decided to begin my journey

In “Racial Disparity in Capital Punishment and its Impact on Family Members of Capital Defendants,” Jennifer Schweizer pointed out the ongoing racial disparity in capital punishment and how it affects family members of African American capital defendants. Additionally, racial disparity affects the different stages of the death penalty process, from charging through sentencing and execution. Moreover, African American families have a higher likelihood of being impacted by capital punishment. Schweizer examined how the death penalty influenced family members of capital defendants. The south has the biggest death row population. Death sentences are greater in states that have a past of lynching.

During the 1930s, America had entered a time of economic need. By the 1950s, the nation had completely evolved and was now one of the most wealthy societies in the world. This drastic changed was influenced by multiple actions carried out by the state, leaders in industry, the labor movement, and the Cold War. Unfortunately, not all Americans benefitted from the shift from economic Depression into the prosperous society that America would become.

Through the blue room, to the purple room, to the green room, to the orange room, to the white room, to the violet room I then ended my path in the black room. The same black room with the ebony clock and the blood stained glass. It was a beautiful room with the black tape rites and glow from the other tripods, it was a shame that not a single guest stood in the room as well. Though when the fearful are cooped up for so long it is to be expected. These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood in the black room until I heard a mad shuffle of feet behind me. It was here that the prince who decided to storm towards me with a dagger raised high and posed to strike until I looked into his eyes. My gaunt face and sullen eyes peered into the very soul of the prince and after the moment had passed the dagger fell to the ground, along with the now dead Prince Prospero. Gasp rang through all seven rooms and fear was thick through the air but I paid no mind to it. My process had begun and it was time to take the rest. One by one the people dropped from the sick that they tried so hard to run from. The ebony clocked stopped its movement and the tripods blew out

This place in embedded with magical properties that, in turn, should help you decide your next move.” She turns around to consider her guardian’s eyes.

Veronica, Dad, and I stood around the circle of candles and held out my hands.

When I reached my queen, I requested her to “Ask them to let me stay a witch! They’ll do anything [she asks, she has] the power!” (209). Oh, being the wonderful mistress that she is, Margarita Nikolayevna agreed immediately. I gave her my warmest thanks and flew excitedly away on the hog.

Proserpina looked at her mother with a questionable look, for she did not understand. Her mother explained.

“The light guides our way. It must be mine,” said the Queen. “What do you want for it?”

Meliza had listened to Audette’s story with a dubious brow. Being her first pupil she didn’t know quite what to say to the incredible tale. Deciding to carry on course playing things by ear, the only information she could offer her hatchling was a few primary fundamentals of Dark-Witch life that shed light around the topic Audette had inadvertently brought forward.

AFTER an unequivocal experience of the inefficiency of the subsisting federal government, you are called upon to deliberate on a new Constitution for the United States of America. The subject speaks its own importance; comprehending in its consequences nothing less than the existence of the UNION, the safety and welfare of the parts of which it is composed, the fate of an empire in many respects the most interesting in the world. It has been frequently remarked that it seems to have been reserved to the people of this country, by their conduct and example, to decide the important question, whether societies

When I know I may be able to help you or at least give you some guidance. Birgit closed her eyes, and felt her energies pulse. To her horror the crystal around her neck quivered and started to pulse. Then it changed colours as it was want to do. Her aunt’s back was opposite to her as she left to walk back into the house to bring tea down.

He lunged forward, covering his eyes, slapping the symbol at the edge of the pentagram that was meant to send her back. He saw the flash of light through his eyelids, not blinded this time as he had expected it. Once it died down, he opened his eyes only to see her still standing there, not sent back to where she had came from. Crap, I summoned an upper demon! he thought to himself, his faced etched in fear and panic. He began to back up, channeling his mana in his hands, a blue ball forming in it. He looked at the large ball of warm magic before firing it at her, wanting to get as much distance as quickly as possible, hoping the spell would stun her and allow him to get away back to the school for

Juana’s previous apprehension was gone, and as Kino looked up from the cave floor, they

The concrete transitioned to the loose vinyl flooring, the tiles reflecting blinding white fluorescent ceiling lights. There were many kinds of lights in the world, the curvy neon signs to which society bowed and prayed, to the gentle illuminating stars that glowed of past secrets, but Cecelia knew these too fake, too bright lights were her least favorite. The phony light sucked at her, swirling out the memories of her fairies, making them bland, and planting in the painful recollections of mocking laughter and the absolute sureness that two plus two had to equal four.