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She knew what she was going to have to do, Ozzie had told her to do it. “Have the others round them up, interview them, and then have Adrian erase their memories.” It was simple, yet very unfortunate. Ozzie had managed to reset their universe, and in doing so erased “The Tempest Night” from history. He had made sure to keep everyone’s memories from the event, at her request. She felt that it was wrong to erase an event and act like it didn’t happen, to remember whilst they forgot. Ozzie agreed. Felicity sighed as she sat down across a man that she was going to be examining. She gave him the usual basics: “What does this ink blot look like,” and, “how does this picture make you feel?” After they were done, she then got down to the main point, “What do you remember of the event now known as ‘The Tempest Night’?” The man shakingly recounted everything that he knew; from the email to Dr. Lycan, to the sudden attack, to the SCPs saving him by locking him the vault and welding it shut. When

After the great persecution of the reality benders, many of them went into hiding. Some managed to hide their powers or were able to remake their identities. With all this secrecy, reality benders were thought to be extinct. But some still live. Some, still thrive. Under the protection of her, they embraced who they were… But when he attacked, the few then became the fewer. Their now crumbling safe haven houses twenty-six active survivors. Twenty-six people that have the ability to harness reality itself. These are their stories. Xhosa the Xenodochial My world has always been full of darkness. Why? I was born blind. Everyone didn’t like me for that. They called me a freak, just because I was born a certain way. I was severely ridiculed, bullied, and abused just because of something that I couldn’t control. One day, after I had been pushed down again, a masculine voice interrupted my thoughts. “Are you okay Xhosa?” I was blushing when he made that statement, for several reasons. First

Say hello to the approaching time of the year, A time when the air cools down, And the river becomes a clear mirror, A time when you shouldn’t frown. The wafting scent of turkey fills the air, As well as potatoes and other meat, Each day is different; you shouldn't care, Just enjoy a feast that can't be beat. Gobble down on some seasonal treats, Just make sure it's something that you enjoy, Melting chocolate or sour gummy beets; What about a crunchy gingerbread girl or boy? The wind might start blowing and howling, But hopefully it's not too strong, The melodic wind chimes will stop your scowling, Just pray the wind doesn't keep you inside for long. You can play outside in the snow, But please don't stay for too long a time, Your hands might become numb you know, If that happens, turn around and go inside on the dime.

The trees sway back and forth in the wind, And the river is filled with all creatures finned, This forest is one of many lovely places, Where flowers can show off their pretty faces, In this place where time slowly onward races. The trees tower over you as if silent protectors, And they defend you from vicious vectors, The river is your generous friend and pal, It's unknown if it's a guy or a gal, But you know it's at least a friendly canal. Leaves that fall down to the ground, Dance like ballerinas atop a mound, The critters come from far and near, So just open up your ears and hear, And if you see one you will jump up and cheer!

Petals flutter down, They land softly in my hair, They look beautiful.

Have you ever pondered Armageddon? You know, the end of the world, our own Earth? The one day where there will be no more birth, A really bad day that will make you deaden, Fire may rain from the sky like a torrent, Earthquakes may swallow the ground beneath you, Demons might scare you with a simple boo, And you will see other acts so abhorrent; That you just might want to curl up and cry, But you can't because you are on the run, You pass the things that you have decided to shun, Only one thing flashed through your mind, you may die. You will face death and evil up in the face, And then you will be left without a trace.

Have you ever heard the inner workings of a clock? The monotonous sounds you can't block, I find that the clinks and clanks makes me relax, (To bad I can't fit them into any of my backpacks.) Have you ever looked inside of a clock? Its intricate inner workings might give you a shock, Is it because of all of the cogs, gears, and springs? Or is it because all those many gears cause the dongs and dings? Have you ever purchased a clock? You might find one in the store around the block, Each one unique and delicate in wood or metal, I just wish there is one that could be shaped like a rose petal.

The evening is full of fright, On this cold and dark night, Wind is blowing on your skin, While you try not to hurl in the bin, From all this candy that you earned tonight. The aroma of pumpkins and sweets in the air, Which helps make the night fun and fair, You can hear screams and shrieks of fear, This only happens once a year, On this evening full of fright. People wearing costumes of all kinds, Pray you don't lose your mind, But instead enjoy tonight, Remember there is always some light, On this evening full of fright.