Rashaad and the Soul-Eater_Proof Through the Night_Hoax_The Whisper
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Rashaad and the Soul-Eater
“Mama, I'm going to be home late. I have a lot to do before I can leave.” Rashaad said.“Baby, they say there’s going to be a blizzard. You need to leave now.” Mama replied, concerned.“Mom, the weatherman doesn’t have a good track record his week. He said it would be in the 70s, and it’s snowing now. I will be all right. Don’t worry.”“The work can wait. I don’t want you stuck in that building with the snow coming down as hard as it is.”“No, mama. I have a deadline. Two hours top, and I will be out the door.”“Ok, baby,” his mother said hesitantly. “Call me when you leave so I know to look out fo...
Proof Through the Night
STELLA Aldrin gasped for breath. Tedd Armstrong, her co-pilot and lovwww.onedoor.ccer, checked her pulse and then opened the oxygen valve to max capacity. Their Scrambler, Rocinante they called it, was nearly depleted of its oxygen supply, and time was running out.With a second wind, Stella mustered the energy to check the Holographic Pinpointer. “Tedd,” she said excitedly, “Look! An object buried near Luna Sector II!” Their awareness perked and they high fived one another, though they continued to be mystified by the incomplete message inscribed on the “Sacred Epitaph” lying beneath a blanket of dust depo...
Hoax
Neri folded her hands demurely in her lap, carefully pretending interest in what the people around her were saying. She was currently in her “boyfriend’s” house, surrounded by his extensive extended family. Strangely enough, both his immediate and extended family all lived smooshed into the same building. Despite this…unusual setup, they seemed nice enough. It was almost too bad that every one of them would become her victims. When she had met Jack, she knew that there was something different about him; she felt an energy coming from him that most mortals did not possess. He had magic. Magic w...
The Whisper
The clopping sound of horse’s hooves upon the road alerted the farmer to an armored rider approaching. He was a knight errant from the center-lands, a herald of the court of Mount Valissia, judging by the dragon depicted on his kite shield. The farmer, sickle in hand, departed from his task in the field and met the knight near wooden fence.‘Hail,’ spoke the knight beneath iron visage. ‘Are you the owner of this land?’‘I am,’ replied the farmer, true. ‘I have learned much about your tale, good sir. You are of much renown in the underbelly of the centrelands. Though most know not your name, I be...