Finding White Rabbit_Fucked around and found out_GOING BACK_The Lost Alpha
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Finding White Rabbit
Once upon a time, there was once a girl named Alice who lived in Wonderland. But along came the Red queen and destroyed the time-space. Making everything seemed faster and faster till all the people of wonderland had to learn how to catch up, or they will die.This includes Alice as well. She skipped the tea parties and brought her own keys, she baked her own cakes and created her own potions. All so she could survive this dreadful place. Or so that’s how the story goes anyway, for me.Hi, I’m Alice, and I’m looking for the ‘white rabbit.’ What’s the ‘white rabbit’, you may ask? Well, it’s kinda...
Fucked around and found out
Fuck around and find out, nothing describes the last few weeks better than this. It all started when I was fucking around in an attic that belonged to an old friend of the family that passed away a few months prior.I had always gotten along with the old man pretty well and they both shared a passion for stories. He was even the reason I had started to write my own stories. He didn’t light the flame of imaginatwww.onedoor.ccion in my mind... but he did add a pile of jet fuel to that fire.He had told me stories of old about knights, wizards, trolls, dragons, giants, and princesses. about magic talking animals...
GOING BACK
The sky was extra orange as the sun crest and rise on the horizon. I confess this was the best sunrise I had ever witnessed. It was like by some kind of miracle the sun was encouraging me to start the journey I had to embark on. Everything came to life to announce the beginning of new day, bird chirps and fly away to start their daily routine. I stood there looking at the sky until it turns beautiful blue, then I climbed down from the hill and walked towards my cabin. In the cabin I took my duffle bag and head out, after I had locked the cabin I walked away without looking back. I was going ho...
The Lost Alpha
"Anna hurry up, we're going to be late!" Sall yells."I'm coming, geez," I yell back."I don't like that tone, Missie," she says as I run down the stairs.She's already at the door holding it open. Her black veil is blowing in the cold autumn breeze, matching the pace of her dark dress. Not exactly the dress I'd choose to wear to my husband's funeral. With lase more for decoration than coverage. But what do I care, it's not like she does. Out the door, I see the strange-looking figure that has been following me my whole life. Once he sees that I've spotted him he disappears, just like always. Lo...