My Bond with the Human_Trying to Get Her to Care_Sleepless Bear and the Magic Apples_Three Minute Sa
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My Bond with the Human
The sky doesn’t seem to stay dark for long. Every night I feel it becomes short than the one before. This city never seems to sleep with it filled to the brim with people. Being the only vampire in the city has its advantages and disadvantages. While yes, I am able to feed on these low life humans that’ll never be missed or noticed gone, without peace and quiet my mind slowly slips from my grasp. A rage vampire with no sense to stop is a horrific scene that’ll put the entire world into chaos. Not to mention those types of vampires give all the other ones a bad name. I lay here in my coffin, w...
Trying to Get Her to Care
I walked up the rickety, creaky front porch stairs, each step a groaning sound reserved only for stairs so old they would have to actually make a sound for them to prove themselves rickety and creaky. Anyway, I grabbed the brass doorknob and turned it, it whining and squeaking. Any second now, I almost pulled my light blue bracelet hand away—it would probably come off its connection to the huge brown wooden door if I turned it any more. This house, so-called a Gothic manor house for historical purposes, was so intriguing and worth searching that I just had to see what was inside. I mean, I was...
Sleepless Bear and the Magic Apples
To My Favorite Sleepless Bear,The day I first saw you, Aunt Tilda whispered in my ear the secret of the magic apples. Ywww.onedoor.ccou were just a little furry cute thing then. But Tilda Bird said, don't listen to what the men say. That bear is entrusted to you, and you alone. He's a small bear, and you're a small bird. So you have to stick together. When I saw the sun I realized I hadn't paid attention. I should have remembered you'd be going to hibernate today. I'm so sorry. It's my job to watch out for you. I'm supposed to bring you magic apples, this time of year, every year. You're my bear and I shoul...
Three Minute Sand Pit
The chill of the ocean breeze faded in the midst of the crowd. Dozens of faces, in the dark lit underbelly of a warehouse. Did she recognize any of them? Would they recognize her? The wraps were snug, but it’d be too much of a detriment to make them tighter. Dockmen drank ale at night. A hood and mask should be enough.The host led her through the crowd. The bearded dwarf stood nearly half the size of most of the onlookers, but he passed like a noble at market square. The customer base of burdened laborers and seasick sailors came to such a place for two things. Drinks, and entertainment. They ...