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stephanie  shell

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stephanie  shell

stephanie shell

4
Writings
2
Followers
2
Following
The Boy Becomes The Master

stephanie shell

5 min read

(This is pt2 to the boy and the witch.)

After Madam Ethel’s death Jack had to learn how to control his new power. He spent weeks in the library reading all of the notes madam Ethel left behind. It made him feel like he was still close to her. After 1 year he had read every book, made every recipe, and mostly learned to control his power. Mostly. However, what Jack didn’t realize is magic pla...

Fantasy

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The Boy And The Witch

stephanie shell

5 min read

Jack and his parents had just migrated from a neighboring town. Their previous home was burned down because the townspeople thought Jack’s mother was a witch. They decided to buy a small piece of land. Enough to build a small long cabin. Away from their old town. It was a chance for a fresh start.

He had got to school by himself since he was eight. So when Jack’s mother, Jane, told him the ...

Fantasy

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The Woman on the Subway

stephanie shell

2 min read

Felicity had to get a job at a very young age. She had 6 siblings at home and her mom worked all the time. Yet, they still barely scraped by. It started after her father passed. Now they barely see her. So Felicity dropped out of school and got a job in the mornings so she was home at night.

One day as she was riding the subway back home after a long day. She decided to put her AirPods in a...

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James In World War II

stephanie shell

2 min read

It was was January 29, 1942 and I knew the war was getting bad. All the posters basically begging for men to join was hard to ignore. I, however, was 47 years old with a wife and 3 kids at home. I had no intention on joining. I had always been a businessman and a family man. I never really had many late nights. I was home for dinner and recitals. I loved my life.

That was until, the letter c...

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