Who Loves Lives_Dreaming, Dreaming, Dark_The Plan_Rewriting my fate
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Who Loves Lives
“You are going to die today if you don’t do this right. And I mean literally.”“I know,” I squeeze out between clenched teeth.I pull the arrow as far as I possibly can without breaking the bow’s string and aim.My fingers let go of the arrow.It lands a few inches away from the centre of the target.I curse.******It’s my WWL today. Who Wins Lives. I’ve been training for this day for the entirety of my life.To ensure that I have a life after WWL.Quite simply, whoever wins, lives.The title should have been Who Loses Dies.That is a more accurate way of explaining it.If I don’t win, they’ll kill me.Th...
Dreaming, Dreaming, Dark
It is a considerable privilege to be invited to the Carnival of Dreams, they say. The ticket is never postmarked, never granted with a return address. Those who ignore the ticket may find it in places where it is most visible: curled around a toothbrush, folded in a wallet, crushed within a sleeping fist. Disposing of the ticket is not possible, either; it always finds a way back home.For adventurers, the ticket is often heralded as a blessing and a challenge. There are prizes beyond compare, they say, riches and glory and whatever else your heart desires. But earning such things comes at a pr...
The Plan
"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat." "Well, what else am I supposed to do? It's not like I can just march up to the queen and ask nicely to give us the country back. 'Oh, your majesty, can I have the country back? Oh, no, and you're going to chop my head off for saying it?" Grey grumbled beside me. "So instead you're going to have her make you her slave?" "Not exactly, more like…. Yeah, never mind that's exactly what I'm going to do. But I'm not planning my defeat, my plan is my defeat." Grey sighed. "Sara, I will never understand you. I'm going home before we get in tr...
Rewriting my fate
Trigger warning: domestic violenceI slowly walk closer to my bed, lift the blanket, and tuck myself under it. I know well that I will get little to no sleep tonight. I stare at the ceilwww.onedoor.ccing while thinking about last year’s horrors. It’s Halloween tomorrow... Normally I would be thinking about what my wife and I would do while Christopher is out trick-or-treating. It’s not going to be the same this year. I haven’t talked to my family since last Halloween. Don’t get me wrong, I want to talk to them, but it is not possible. According to a legend, the only day I can be seen by my family is on the 3...